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“I just watched. I watched his shoulders shake, and his eyes swell, and blood dribble down his chin. He looked up at me, like I was supposed to do something. The transition from being hurt to hurting was natural. Even though I didn’t really know why he’d started crying – it felt like something I did. It felt like being a great big black widow and realising that all the male spiders were tiny and weak and covered in soft vulnerable bits, whereas I had this hard, shiny thorax and great big teeth.”
― Eliza Clark, Boy Parts

“I saw her in the moment for what she truly was: a refugee from a more ancient age who only kept up the barest facsimile of youth and modernity, and even then only a smokescreen to draw in prey. I was, all of a sudden, a little bit afraid of her.”
― S.T. Gibson, An Education in Malice

“To be with her is a sin, to be without her is a tragedy.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“What was joy, anyway. What was the worth of happiness that left behind a crater thrice the size of its impact.”
― Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep