Chloe Gong

“Misfortunes tend to come all at once,”

The last time he’d seen it, it had been on her corpse after she was murdered by the Scarlet Gang, a bright silver chain that stood stark against the blood seeping from her slit throat.

it is easy to forget that the natural state of night is supposed to be darkness.

“These days, Juliette,” he said, low and warily, “the most dangerous people are the powerful white men who feel as if they have been slighted.”

Sometimes it was hard for Kathleen to remember that she was still her own person, not just shards of a mirror, reflecting back a thousand different personalities most fitting for the situation

She wished she could press mounds of rich soil into the gaps of her heart, occupying the space until flowers could take root and grow roses.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us.

She had surpassed anger and rage, moved into numbness instead. She had been stoking the fire in her chest for so long that she had not noticed how intently she had been burning, but now the blaze was extinguished, and she found that nothing remained there except a charred space, hollow where her heart was supposed to be.

Will you keep fighting, or will you crumble?”

I was raised in hatred, Roma.