Meredith

“My Lady Petunia set her gaze on a rather virile Siren, and he fell prey to her amorous adventures.”
― Caroline Peckham, Shadow Princess

“Well, after that she would do her best. That was the only way. You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted that the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat. It was the only graceful way to move. All else was vanity and pride.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“There was something spiritual about trees that seemed to bring about an inner calm.”
― Evie Gaughan, The Story Collector

“Did you just call your vagina Lady Petunia?” I choked. Darcy covered her mouth to hold back her laughter and Sofia was actually crying real tears. “Alas I did. And she’s a real predator when she sets her gaze on a tempting piece of banana drama,” Geraldine admitted.”
― Caroline Peckham, Shadow Princess