Grace

“Max,” I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, “you think I’m functional?” A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. “I think,” he said, “that you are breathtakingly functional.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“Home was a pair of mismatched eyes, an accented voice, and a heartbeat that followed the same cadence as mine. And I was so, so homesick.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Children of Fallen Gods

“No war can be fought with clean hands,” he said. “Not even the ones waged for the right reasons. Not even the ones you win.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Children of Fallen Gods

“Gentlemen,” said Beartongue, “I forbid you to smash the Archon’s decor and try to duel with it.” “Yes, your holiness.” “I’ll have you both excommunicated.” Stephen coughed. “Technically we’re not in your church, your holiness.” “Then I will have you confirmed so that I can excommunicate you even harder.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Grace