Meg Martin

“Freya, I know you are angry with me, but could you please set aside your emotions and listen to what I have to say?” “No,” I snapped. “But as luck would have it, my emotions have no impact on the functionality of my ears, so say what you wish to say and be done with it.”
― Danielle L. Jensen, A Curse Carved in Bone

“I’m the Throne Warden of Anniera, and Kalmar is my charge. Do you hear me? I’ve battled Fangs and trolls! I’ve walked the Stony Mountains and sailed the Dark Sea! I’ve stood in Yurgen’s shadow and looked the dragon in the eye!” Lightning scraped the clouds as Janner stood in the rain and screamed. He flung a finger in Grigory’s terrified face. “The Maker has brought us safely this far, Grigory Bunge, and I will fear no guildling of the Green Hollows. If you insult the High King or the Song Maiden, you will reckon with the Throne Warden. Do you understand?”
― Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

“Which one, Diviner?” Rory’s voice was deathly calm. He looked over his shoulder at me. “Which one marked up your face?”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“But, I thought, the steps of things are where life is truly found, in doing the day-to-day tasks.”
― Edith Pattou, East