Salina

“This is what helps me sleep at night. Knowing that one of us stood up and refused to take it. One of us said, Fuck you, and struck back.

One of us became the wolf and bloodied her jaws so that others can live without fear.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris

“That’s not who you are,” Blythe said.

“Who am I?”

“My little wolf.” She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. “All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris

“Hell is the absence of the people you long for.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

“I told you what I was when we began. I’m the black iris watered by poison. The wolf that raised its head among sheep and devoured its way, ruthless and bloody, to freedom. I never forgave, never forgot.

I didn’t feel sorry. I felt bad. As in bad girl, not guilty. And feeling bad made me feel so fucking good.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris