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“If I ever decide to give my heart to you, Dima, she’d said, holding his hand palm up, then cut it out of my chest and keep it somewhere safe, where no one else can get to it. Keep it locked somewhere, she murmured, repeating the old stories as she brushed her lips against the lines of his palm: Inside a needle, inside of an egg, which is inside of a duck, which is inside a hare, which is in an iron chest—and then bury it under our green oak tree, Dima, where no one will ever find it.

Keep it safe for me, Dima, will you?”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy

“What do you like to read?â€�
The corner of Wren’s mouth lifted involuntarily into a smile. Apparently, he appreciated the change in topic as well. “Guess.�
He considered it as he turned another page. “Theologians.�
Wren snorted. “Goddess, no. I’m not so boring as you.�
“Penny dreadfuls?�
“Suitably lurid,� she said, “but no. Medical textbooks.�
Hal’s expression grew puzzled. “I see.”
― Allison Saft, Down Comes the Night

“Across the hall, in the safety of her room, every feeling she’d avoided waited for her in the shadows. Her silent accusers: fear, stress, shame. They crowded in on her until she could see nothing beyond the haze of her own failure. As much as she wanted to be better, to be stronger, Hal had gotten to her.
She slid to the floor in a heap and wept.”
― Allison Saft, Down Comes the Night

“For the dreamers who rarely saw themselves in stories and on stages. You belong in the spotlight. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
― Janella Angeles, Where Dreams Descend