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“Sevro." I lean forward. "Your eyes..."
He leans in close. "Do you like 'em?"
"Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?"
"By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?"
"They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."
He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."
I blanch. "What?"
"They're yours."
"My what?"
"Your eyes!"
"My eyes..."
"Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back."
"No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are."
"Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. "Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?"
"Finders keepers," I say with a shrug.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“I tell myself I’m writing to someone, but most of the time I’m really just writing to that part in myself they have carved in me.”
― Nitya Prakash

“A massive half-tester bed takes up most of the space in the first room, the headboard panel carved with various animals with women's heads and bare breasts- owls, snakes and foxes- doing some kind of weird dance.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince