Arkasha

“It was like the dark inverse of the sun. Whenever he tried to look at it he had the feeling of turning uncontrollably away from it, as in his unremembered dreams. All he knew was that once he let it out, it wouldn't be just the world that was drowned, but himself.”
― Shelley Parker-Chan, He Who Drowned the World

“If we were to draw her childhood wanderings on a map, represent her discoveries and destinations in topographic form and trace her winding way through them, we would see her as a girl solving a maze from the center outward, a Minotaur working her way free.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“That's my body, but my body isn't me, she thought. The thing that feels your hands on me, that pleases you, isn't me. My body is for you, it isn't for me. She resided in her body an inch below the surface, wearing it like a doll, with a sense of ownership and pride, perhaps, but never fully being it.”
― Shelley Parker-Chan, He Who Drowned the World

“It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either,”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Sword of Destiny