Jordan Williams

“When he feels like it, [Jackson Lamb] can wander Slough House as silently as a newly conjured wraith (if more corpulent). At other times, Lamb prefers the direct approach, and attacks the stairs with a noise that a bear pushing a wheelbarrow might make, if the wheelbarrow was full of tin cans, and the bear drunk.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules

“No, why, are you their new stepmum?” Lamb said, “Well, this is going well.” He swung his feet to the floor, with an agility that surprised no one bar Emma Flyte. “But I’m overdue for a Donald. You lot squabble amongst yourselves.” He stole Catherine’s newspaper on his way out. “. . . Donald?” Flyte looked disturbed, more at Lamb’s expression than his sudden departure from her custody. “Trump,” Louisa explained. “Thank God for that. I thought he meant Duck.”
― Mick Herron, London Rules