Barry Ottem

“He shredded my wings with his words.”
― Andri E. Elia, Borealis: A Worldmaker of Yand Novel

“He grimaced and went after her. “I’m not a trainer. Just spent a lot of time working out.” 

“Misspent youth, clearly.” She held the door open, standing just outside. 

“My application to princess school was rejected.” Callan exited the building and fell into step alongside her. “Working out was how I coped.”

Sunlight peeked out from behind striped clouds and lit the early-morning sky. Autumn weather chilled the perspiration on his skin. 

“Such a shame.” Meridian glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“What is?” 

“That you didn’t go to princess school. Could have learned some manners.” Her blue-green eyes sparked in the sunlight. And her mouth . . . Her lips set in some smart-looking, lopsided grin, with a small dimple. 

I should definitely kiss that look off her face.

“Overrated. Inefficient. And I look terrible in a tiara.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“With terrorists, whether al-Fatah or Black September or the new, supposedly religious breed, the rage and the hatred come first.”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Kill List

“Jeter de l'huile sur le feu.”
― Rebecca Rosenberg, Madame Pommery, Creator of Brut Champagne