Julia Sarene

“She did it for love. And it saved Tal Abisi. Now she’s the city’s patron saint.” “Love? More like caught between a conniving pirate and a megalomaniac.” Fennis gestured at her. “Yet here you are dressed as the Pirate Princess yourself.” Eveen tugged at the gold buttons of her jacket, pulling the white shirt beneath just past the cuffs. “I keep with the fashion.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

“Fennis eyed her above his goblet, sipping wine. “What?” He indicated the retreating server. “Blinking. You forget that sometimes. It can be … off-putting.” “Oh,” Blinking. One of those habits you had to remember, when you were dead.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

“Where was the civilisation in this place? No angry words, no threats, no curses, just violence delivered as a matter of course. I didn’t miss the fens or its people, my people.”
― G.R. Matthews, A Good Day to Die

“I’m just saying … the city almost gets laid to waste by an army of mechanical giants, is left with a magical hazard that makes an entire district uninhabitable, and almost three hundred years later that near-death experience is turned into three nights of revelry.” “People deal with memories of trauma in odd ways,” Fennis replied.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, The Dead Cat Tail Assassins