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“And we, from within the sigh of the trees, and the soft moss underfoot, and the calling of night birds, watched him as he watched, gazing where he should not.”
― Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

“Listen,
listen with your eyes,
and your lips.
Listen with your skin,
and your blood.
Can you hear us,
at the edges?”
― Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: a collection of darkly delicious folktales

“All she could see was her demise and it called out a tempting ruse, offering a suffering less potent than what sickened the living.”
― B.B. Wynter, The Lament of Sky

“Already she knew that an idea could pain him like a bruise. He had grey eyes that showed every thought, and sometimes Charlotte worried that he might be hurt in some way that she would not be able to prevent.”
― Lauren Owen