Hellen Luttrull

“Oh, you’re reading your secret book. Sorry,” he said. Though his face didn’t show any contrition Raziel knew he meant it. Hoeru was close to Raziel’s age and they’d been roommates for years, ever since Dominic brought the changeling in. He was probably Raziel’s closest friend. Reading the changeling could be difficult but Hoeru was always candid with his words.

“Secret book?”

“Is it not a secret?”

“No! I just don’t like people knowing about it.”

Hoeru narrowed his eyes and cocked his head.

“Isn’t that what a secret is?”

“No. Well… yes. Kind of. It’s complicated.”

“Everything human is complicated. So what’s in your not-secret secret book?”
― Rick Fox, Fate's Pawn

“Usually, she considered Valgu a solid judge of character. She found it easy to concede trust to those he would call friend. But this man, and his brazen claim that he had the ability to restore her wings. Tegija seemed task oriented, and had an heir of self important pride, common traits among attractive men. Tegija was in all things the exact opposite of her private nightmare. The one where her brothers failed to retrieve her, and the House sold her off to some nervous indecisive man child.
No one had even bothered to introduce them.”
― Andrea Luhman, Missing Wings

“All this Second Amendment shit is a money grab for these people. Follow the damned money!”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal High

“With the composure that had first drawn Septimus to her mother Hanna stood straight and very still. "If that's how you want it to be, dad, that's how it will be!”
― M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans