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“The way you look at me, do you mean it?”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Blanca & Roja

“I wanted to stand up and shout at them all that my wife not only wasn’t divinely beautiful, she wasn’t even interestingly ugly; her conversation consisted entirely of insults, dire warnings, and tedious lectures I couldn’t even ignore; and they were all extraordinary idiots for imagining I could possibly have had the bad taste to fall in love with a dull, prosing, long-faced harridan.”
― Naomi Novik, Spinning Silver

“My story was not a fairy tale of a cruel-hearted girl whose shoes danced her to death, or a kindhearted one who threw her red shoes into the river. This was not a story about a wicked queen made to wear iron heels, or a lovely, golden-haired girl in slippers of glass. This had been about a fever, a nightmare, a dance made into a curse.
It was about women turning their own fears into their sharpest blades.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Dark and Deepest Red

“I think she wanted nothing from me," Hector added, "nothing at all but to let her love me.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Beautiful Ones