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Some trees aren’t meant to sprout tender new branches, but to stand stoically on the forest floor, silently decaying.
Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt
Danger rarely wore a monstrous face and a wielded a pitchfork. No, danger came most often in the form of nice people whose niceness only went so deep, who saved their niceness for people exactly like them, who believed they were more deserving of power and respect than anyone who was a little bit different.
The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna
So I switched my major to art history. In the end, I wasn't the sort of person who yearned to shape a landscape. I wanted only to observe it.
Real Americans by Rachel Khong
Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
In my experience, women with sharp tongues usually have soft lips.
The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston
What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not.
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
In a place called lost, strange things are found.
The Lost Bookshop by Evie Woods
But this is how you walk to the end of the world. This is how you live forever. Here is one day, and here is the next, and the next, and you take what you can, savor every stolen second, cling to every moment, until it’s gone.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
For what woman has not, walking in the dark of the street or along a path deep in the countryside, sensed the brutal imaginings of a man watching her from his hidden place, and felt the same chills chasing over her skin, and quickened her steps to get away.
The Vaster Wilds by Lauren Groff
'What're you doing up?' I had asked, and he laughed. 'Listening to the dead sing. Do you hear them?'
The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston
I let you die. To save myself, I let you die.
That is the danger in keeping company with survivors.
Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo
...it is sad, of course, to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
He made me laugh without meaning to. In fact, that was how he seemed to exist in the world. Just making it better, without meaning to.
The Lost Bookshop by Evie Woods
In the act of giving I conceded that I had more than I needed, and someone had far less than they did. It was for no real reason, it wasn't fair. It shattered the illusion of my own free will - that I had made choices, and those choices had resulted in my life.
Real Americans by Rachel Khong
Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke