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“The wicked can still mourn, Vasya”
― Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch

“WHAT WE BURY IS NOT LOST, ONLY SET ASIDE”
― Seanan McGuire, Beneath the Sugar Sky

“Morozko was there, between one blink and the next. She hadn't put the men to sleep. He had. He was there, himself, real, in the treasure-room with her.

Now the winter-king was turning pale eyes on her. She stared. It was really him. Pulled to her, somehow, as she remembered his power. As though drawing him to her was easier than calling down sleep herself.

Summoned. She'd summoned the winter-king like a stray spirit.

The both realized it at the same time. The shock in his face mirrored the feeling in hers.

For an instant, they were silent.

Then he spoke. "A thunderstorm, Vasya?" he said, with effort.”
― Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch

“Fortunately, I am not of a fainting disposition”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula