Narin

“Hello.” Baji whistled behind Rin. “Who is that?”
“It’s Lady Yin Saikhara,” said Nezha.
“Is she married?” Baji asked.
Nezha shot him a disgusted look. “That’s my mother.” ”
― R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

“We could all just switch to civilian posts now,” Kitay said. “Let’s all be ministers and magistrates.”
“You have to get elected first,” Nezha said. “Government by the people, and all that. People have to like you.”
“Rin’s out of a job, then.” Venka said.
“She can be a custodian,” said Nezha.
“Did you want someone to rearrange your face?” Rin asked. “Because I’ll do it for free.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

“Problem?” Nezha asked.
“No, just a question. Have you ever considered being less of a pretentious fuck?”
― R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

“—and I don’t care if you’re pissed, you can’t throw food at the Dragon Warlord, said Nezha.
Kitay’s face was purple with anger. If he was at all relieved to see Nezha alive, he didn’t show it. “Your men tried to blow up my house!”
“They tend to do that,” Rin said.
“I was still in it!” Kitay cried. “And so we’re my ledgers!”
Nezha looked amazed. “Who gives a shit about your ledgers?”
“I was doing the city’s taxes.”
“What?”
Kitay stuck his lower lip out. “And I was almost done.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic