Robin

“A bunch of writers in a room requires a collective noun that the English language doesn’t have. A condolence, perhaps. A sympathy. It’s a war hospital for the written word.”
― Benjamin Stevenson, Everyone on This Train Is a Suspect

“I was just reaching for my knitting needles when Mary Alice gripped my arm.
"Play nice," she murmured.
"I wasn't going to kill him," I muttered back. "But a little light stabbing might teach him some manners."
"Focus on the job. I'll trip him when we get inside," she promised.
"That's real friendship," I told her.”
― Deanna Raybourn, Killers of a Certain Age

“It seemed as if the very foundations of democracy were being undermined in ways she hadn't seen since the war, which was longer than many of her subjects' lifetimes. Like everyone else, she felt they were all on the brink of something they didn't fully understand, grasping around to hold on to whatever they believed, praying that it would stand.”
― S.J. Bennett, A Three Dog Problem

“Like all good mistakes, which are often made quickly and in volume, I careered through the nest three before I even recognized I'd made the first.”
― Benjamin Stevenson