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“We were not in thrall to destiny or fate, but merely the weight of our own choices. When we turned toward each other like flowers facing the sun, we were not fulfilling some prophecy or old story. We were writing our own.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

“What, scattering bird entrails across the cobblestones? Or do you inhale mystical vapours and babble prophecy in a stupor?” “I made a pendulum of an acorn,” said Butcher, “and ate it.” Wren stared at him. Butcher did not elaborate. Nor did he seem in any way discomfited by Wren’s continued scepticism.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Atalanta had shown me bear tracks in the woods. A series of clawed prints, larger than my hand, leading away into the brush. The creature who had made them was long gone and could only be defined by the impressions it had left. Love was like that, noticeable only by its absence.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

“I would obey his commands without question and eliminate anyone he wanted me to. His enemies were my enemies, and I would place myself in harm's way if it meant keeping him safe. Simon Alarie could cover me with bites and bruises, put me on a leash, and lock me in a cage. He could do absolutely anything he wanted to me and I would thank him for it.
Just forthe privilege of being his.
Swallowing hard, I bravely met his gaze. “I’m your dog,” I rasped, allowing the freedom of that statement to wash over me like fresh rain. “I’m yours.”
― C. Rochelle, Gentlemen Prefer Villains