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“I'm used to functioning in pain, asshole. Are you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You can't interfere!' Tynan shouts at Xaden, but I don't dare look away from my opponent long enough to see how the wingleader reacts.

'No, but I can narrate,' Xaden retorts.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Even though I didn’t originally buy it for you, because like an idiot I avoided your feelings like the plague, I hadn’t noticed until now that it wasn’t the lucky price that had drawn me to it, but the colour of it.â€� I heaved a deep breath, preparing myself. I remembered the last time I had said something so cheesy, and how he had laughed but I continued anyway, before my shyness could take over.

“Hurry up, before you start regretting.� The taxi man had said. And I did.

I looked him square in the eyes, blushing so furiously I was sure even my dark skin wouldn’t hide it. He met my gaze, somewhat shyly, which was a rare sight. “So I’ve decided to give this necklace to you as a symbol for what I realised today. The colour is green, like yourâ€� uh, like your eyesâ€� and your eyes are my kryptonite.â€� I mumbled, looking at him into the eyes right until the end, until his face turned completely red and his jaw dropping so low I was sure it almost hit the counter, his eyes sparkling, wide with shock.”
― Anja Owona Okoa, What if we're faeries?

“That’s quite the specific search...'Sadistic Old-Bag-Murdering Witches'—I can’t even begin to imagine what that involves.”
― Stacey T. Hunt, Trick