Chelsea Biddiscombe

“Good night, sweet prince,” M-Bot whispered as the junk crashed to the ground. “Or princess. Or, most likely, genderless piece of inanimate space junk.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“I’d be offended if I could be offended,” he said. “Maybe I should start calling you a cow, since you have four limbs, are made of meat, and have rudimentary biological mental capacities.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“Hello?’ M-Bot said. ‘Spensa? Are you dead?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Oooh. Like the cat!’
‘...What?’
‘I’m not sure, honestly,’ M-Bot said. ‘But logically, if you’re speaking to me then possibility has collapsed in our favor. Hurray!”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“That soup tasted better than the blood of my enemies.
Considering I'd never actually tasted the blood of my enemies, perhaps that didn't do justice to the soup.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward