sapphic literature

YOU WISH TO STRIKE A BARGAIN, and so you come north, until the land ends, and you can go no farther. You stand on the rocky coast and face the water, see the waves break upon two great islands, their coastlines black and jagged.

We are okay. 

Magic doesn’t require beauty. Easy magic is pretty. Great magic asks that you trouble the waters. It requires a disruption, something new.

“and i’m the worst kind of slytherin. i’m the kind who’s so in love with a gryffindor, she can’t even function”

They were not friends. Ulla knew Signy because of her hair −vibrant red that flashed like a warning and gave her away wherever she went.

The Massacre is supposed to bring peace to Eriana Kwai. Every year, the island sends its warriors to battle these hostile sea demons. Every year, the warriors fail to return. Desperate for survival, the island must decide on a new strategy. Now, the fate of Eriana Kwai lies in the hands of twenty battle-trained girls and their resistance to a mermaid’s allure.

It’s all I remember, and it’s everything.

“Instead of disappearing, she makes me feel reappeared. Reimagined. Her touch shapes me, draws out the boldness that had been hiding in my core.”

And taking pride in your beauty is a damning act. Because you allow yourself to believe that the only thing notable about yourself is something with a very short shelf life.

and there i was sending all the wrong signals to the right people in the wrong ways. again, again, again.

“no. because they are just husbands. i am evelyn hugo. and anyway, i think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife.

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

“fire in, fear out.” girls of paper and fire // natasha ngan 

“give her back to me.”

“We were miraculous. We were beach creatures. We had treasures in our pockets and each other on our skin.”