Eahrran

“I got recruited while I was in college after taking a test I didn’t realize
was for the FBI. They decided I needed to come work for them, and I didn’t
see any reason to argue. Anyway, my first case was a small one in Indiana.
It was a perv who was collecting panties. At first glance, the guy was a
sexual deviant who would eventually escalate to harder crimes than panty
thieving. It’s why they called us in, because all these women were terrified
of a stalker breaking into their homes and stealing their underwear. But the
deeper I delved, the more I realized it was actually a juvenile kid. I still
thought he was having sexual fantasies. It wasn’t until later we discovered
he wasn’t stealing the panties for him. He was stealing them for his mother,
because she always griped about her ‘cheap underwear riding up into the
crack of her ass.’ You don’t even want to know how horrified the mother
was when we finally found the kid. He hadn’t given her the underwear yet.
He was putting them all in a box to give her for Christmas.”
― S.T. Abby, The Risk

“Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You smell like shit and blood.” Her grandmother didn’t turn from her desk, and
Manon didn’t flinch at the insult. She was covered in both, actually.
It was thanks to Abraxos, the flower-loving worm, who had just watched
while she scaled one of the nearby cliffs and brought down a braying mountain
goat for him. “Brought down” was a more elegant phrase than what had actually
happened: she half froze to death as she waited for some goats to pass on their
treacherous climb, and then, when she’d finally ambushed one, she’d not only
rolled in its dung as she’d grappled with it but it had also dumped a fresh load on
her, right before it went tumbling out of her arms and broke its skull on the rocks
below.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“To do a great right do a little wrong,
And curb this cruel devil of his will.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice