She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.
Catherynne M. ValenteNever put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.
Catherynne M. ValenteRemember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.
Catherynne M. ValenteYour past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.
Catherynne M. Valente