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“Life’s too short to do something that doesn’t make you happy, and to spend your time with someone who isn’t your entire world.”
― Tara Sivec, Wish You Were Mine

“Grabbing the doorknob, he twists, breaking the lock and shoving the door open. I’m just stepping off Trixie Skillz when I notice the hazy glow of an oil-lamp coming from inside, the flame turned way down low. Reclining on the couch next to it is an old woman, her white hair cropped close to her head, her spectacles perched low on her nose. She peers over them at us, the book in her hands entirely forgotten. We crashed the house of someone’s grandma. Just when I thought we were fresh out of horrors, another one comes. “We have nothing of any value, I assure you,â€� she says, her voice surprisingly steady for someone who thinks their home is being invaded. “I am not here for your things,â€� Pestilence says. “I am here for your hospitality.â€� The woman squints curiously at the horseman. Setting her book aside, she rises to her feet. Age has made her soft and plump, but there’s a certain quiet strength to her. “Ruth,â€� a thin, raspy voice calls from another room in the house, “who’s at the door?â€� Did he miss the part where we broke into their home? Ruth’s gaze stays on Pestilence for a long time, moving from his bow and quiver to his crown, before settling on his face. “I believe it’s one of the Four Horsemen, dear.â€� Her eyes flick to me. “And he’s brought with him a lady friend.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“Everything you've done, your past, it's all just a story you tell yourself. Some of it is true, but some of it is lies.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Trail of Lightning

“Some people believe you destroy your enemies by making them your friends.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Trail of Lightning