Lux I. Evans

“Sky. Hope mixed with horror as I searched for Zed, quessing he would not have let his soulfinder walk into this situation alone. I finally identified him as the heavily bearded drummer in the flowery shirt and, yes, socks and sandals. I bit my tongue, repressing the absurd desire to laugh at his fashion sacrifice for our cause.”
― Joss Stirling, Stealing Phoenix

“I wasn’t sure, but I thought it kind of suited me. With the right shoes and everything.” I displayed the new blue pumps. “I wanted to look, you know, pretty.”
Yves gaped. I felt a little bit sorry for him. “Um…Phee, I don’t know what to say.”
I let my bright expression dim. “You… you think I look horrible in it?” My voice rose in a convincing squeak of distress.
He put his hands on my soulders. “No, you look great. You always look great, no matter what you’re wearing.”
Zed laughed. “Ouch. Wrong thing to say.”
― Joss Stirling, Stealing Phoenix

“Saul tapped his wife's obstinate chin. "Mrs. Benedict, you certainly are. You promised to obey."
"That was thirty years ago! Before the wedding ceremony caught up with the modern age."
"Well, I for one am holding you to that. Gondola for two, in the moonlight, with champagne and roses.”
― Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

“Zed and Sky had stayed behind and were chatting with Will, Sky sitting on Zed's knee as if nothing was going to get them apart again in a hurry. Victor and Uriel were playing cards at the kitchen table. Trace looked cute in an apron, chopping vegetables with a surgeon's precision.”
― Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal