I love collecting quotes~
Some people say that siblings have their own language, and I think it's true of Magda and Dreska. I only know English, and they know English and Sister and Moor, and goodness knows what else.
The Near Witch by V. E. Schwab, chapter 3
I miss my mother... But there are rare moments when it helps that she's become a shell, a ghost of her former self. Ghosts ask fewer questions.
The Near Witch by V. E. Schwab, chapter 4
Sitting still is not a skill I have. I never could stop moving, but it's gotten even worse these past three years.
A bead of sweat runs down my face, instantly cooling in the late afternoon air. I put another piece of wood on an old tree stump that sits between Otto's house and ours, lift the axe, and bring it down again.
The Near Witch by V. E Schwab, chapter 4
I keep hearing something-- or someone --calling, just loud enough to pierce the walls. The voice is surely something more than wind, curling and twisting itself into highs and lows, like muffled music. I know that if only I could lean closer, words would become clear, distinct. Words that wouldn't break apart before I can wrap my mind around them.
The Near Witch by V. E. Schwab, chapter 4
