7 Quotes by Bree Barton

Mia's fingers thickened, blood crawling through her veins. It was not the first time Quin had left a trail of frostbite in his wake. She couldn't account for the sluggishness of her hands or the kiss of cold against her cheek when he was near. Was this how it felt to be hated? Like sinking into a snowdrift, naked and exposed?

For the entirety of human history, weak men have been afraid of powerful women.

Once upon a time, in a castle carved of stone, a girl plotted murder,

Fidacteu zeu biqhotz limarya eu naj. Trust your heart, even if it kills you.

Mia’s fingers thickened, blood crawling through her veins. It was not the first time Quin had left a trail of frostbite in his wake. She couldn’t account for the sluggishness of her hands or the kiss of cold against her cheek when he was near. Was this how it felt to be hated? Like sinking into a snowdrift, naked and exposed?

Why shouldn’t women get to craft the lives they wanted? Messy, complicated, vibrant lives full of adventure?

What was love if not a rippling bunch of nerves and valves misfiring? An equation with no known variables? An incalculable contraction of the heart?