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“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“Survival鈥檚 funny. Some wear it like a whisper, others like a scream. Mine鈥檚 a scorched skeleton of flame-forged rage that keeps me upright. Keeps me moving forward.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“I knew a female who died. Tragically. Whose lifeless body was sailed into the sky by the adoring beast at your back with my torn-out heart in her fucking fist,鈥� he rasps, lifting his hand into a claw that he shakes in my face. 鈥淗er name was Elluin, and she laughed with the wind, cried with the rain. She angered with fire and bellowed with the ground.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“I see you, Raeve 鈥︹€� My breath hitches, the scale still indenting Kaan鈥檚 throat. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 鈥� I don鈥檛 know what鈥斺€� 鈥淵ou,鈥� he growls, tightening his hand around the side of my face with a tender jerk, eyes lit with a soul-crushing blaze. 鈥淚 fucking see you.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“You feed the monster and more will slip from the shadows. Once the smell of blood taints the air, they don鈥檛 鈥� stop 鈥� coming”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“Who鈥檚 that?鈥� My salvation.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“Companionship is something I work hard to avoid. And mostly succeed. The harder you care, the more fragile everything seems. Easier to just 鈥� Not.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“Because the Creators wouldn鈥檛 sing to me no matter how much I begged them to help. [...] Now they won鈥檛 shut up.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“Chase death, Elluin Raeve.”
― Sarah A. Parker

“Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I鈥檇 still fucking love you”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“She鈥檚 probably picturing me on my knees, and perhaps that should bother me. It doesn鈥檛. I鈥檇 spend eternity looking up at her if she鈥檇 only fucking let me.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched