“To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us,’ Juliette whispered. ‘In this life and the next,’ Roma returned, ‘for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours.”
— Chloe Gong“These violent delights have violent ends, Juliette whispered to herself. She titled her head up to the clouds, to the light sea breeze blowing in from the Bund and stinging her nose with salt. You have always known this.”
— Chloe Gong