Auryn Maxwell

“A bit late, but you know what they say."
Beetle hazarded a guess. "You're late? What time do you call this? Where on earth have you been?"
Silas looked baffled. "No. Better late than never."
Beetle watched Silas Heap head across the Great Hall toward the Sealed lobby and heard one of the guard Wizards demand, "Silas Heap, where on earth have you been?”
― Angie Sage, Fyre

“My great-great-great-great-great-whatever came this close to signing the Declaration of Independence but got held up by a sore throat that killed him two days later. A sore throat. Which, sorry, is just about the lamest way a guy could go. I don't think he should get points for almost signing. That's like telling my parents I almost got a perfect score on my math test--a D is only four grades away from an A, right?”
― Alexandra Bracken, The Dreadful Tale of Prosper Redding

“Disguise a sword?" she asked. "Like cosplay?"
"I'm not saying tie ribbons to it and pretend we're in a parade, but you said it could change shape. Perhaps it could turn into something smaller? Pocket-size maybe? I don't know, like a pen or something.”
― Sarwat Chadda, City of the Plague God

“Poseidon spent almost all his time pursuing a perfectly exhausting quantity of beautiful girls and boys and fathering by the girls an even greater number of monsters, demigods and human heroes – Percy Jackson and Theseus to name but two.”
― Stephen Fry, Mythos: The Greek Myths Retold