Aerial

“Hun, I promise this isn’t a shot at your manhood. You don’t need to prove me wrong. That pie will burn your mouth if you’re not used to it.” “Well, now I feel like I’ve been issued a challenge.” Before I could stop him, he snatched a meat pie and took a large bite. I sighed and sat back in my chair to watch the show. Felix grinned triumphantly and kept chewing. Two seconds ticked by. Panic crept into his eyes, but he kept chewing, trying to save face. “Feeling the burn yet?” I asked. He shook his head and placed his hands on his knees. Then leaned back again to thrum his fingers against the bench. Soon his eyes began to water, his face turned redder than a cayenne, and he could no longer contain his coughing fit. I took pity and handed him a flask of water. “Did she imbue it with the souls of the damned?”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

“That was Gurathin. I don’t like him. “I don’t like you.” “I know.” He sounded like he thought it was funny. “That is not funny.” “I’m going to mark your cognition level at fifty-five percent.” “Fuck you.” “Let’s make that sixty percent.”)”
― Martha Wells, Exit Strategy

“Murder isn’t scary because it’s crazy; it’s scary because it’s permanent.”
― Juneau Black, Shady Hollow