Andrea

“My scream was cut short when he stabbed his teeth into my neck, holding the other side with his hand as he aggressively began to drink. Fuck and drink. Drink and fuck. He wasn’t sure what to do.”
― Granger, The First Family

“Aye?” She let out, banging on the stall door. “Bring the kitty out so I can see. Everybody's gone. I had to threaten that bitch with my eyes.” “I’m not no fucking kitty–––” “That’s what your boo thing calls you,” she laughed as she banged on the stall door again.”
― Granger, The First Family

“Well, I was the seat of the British Empire.” She reaches over and pats his cheek, fondly, and he blinks. “Now, now, I’m joking, dear. I don’t do that anymore.” With that, London heads off. The street market is probably still going, so she’ll see if she can grab a kebab there. Then she’s going to do an old-fashioned pub crawl, because it’s been too long. Talking to baby cities always puts her in a nostalgic mood. Behind her, New York stares for a moment longer, shakes his head, then vanishes back home.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The World We Make

“Half of Bel’s new friends burst out laughing, while the other half look astonished. “The fuck—” “No fuck, that’s the point!” More laughter. “Supposed to make ’em more manly or something.” “It ain’t working! They need more hair on their palms!”
― N.K. Jemisin, The World We Make