Eahrran

“Sharratum,” Jushur said softly.
Getting him to call me Kate in private was harder than convincing my
father that democracy was a valid form of government.”
― Ilona Andrews

“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

“His old commander was waiting, arms crossed over his broad chest. He surveyed Rowan with a frown, noting the bandages and his bare torso. “Should I thank you for putting on pants?” Lorcan said, his voice barely more than a midnight wind. “I didn’t want you to feel inadequate,” Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.”
― S.T. Abby, Sidetracked