Ayva Quinlan

“Sophie flung a pillow at his head.

Or, she tried to.

Throwing with her left arm was much harder than she expect, and...

She ended up nailing Magnate Leto in the face.

Keefe doubled over, clutching his sides and gasping between choking laughs: “THAT...WAS...THE...GREATEST...THING...IVE...EVER...SEEN!”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback

“As they flew over New England, Jason laid out the game plan: first, find some guy named Boreas and grill him for information—
“His name is Boreas?” Leo had to ask. “What is he, the God of Boring?”
Second, Jason continued, they had to find those venti that had attacked them at the Grand Canyon—
“Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero

“Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?” Keefe asked.

“We’re not calling it that,” Sophie told him.

“Oh, I think we are. And don’t worry, Foster,” Keefe added, patting her on the head. “I’ll still love you when you’re oozy.”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback

“You shouldn’t have done it,” I said. “You shouldn’t have risked yourself.”
“Come off it,” Lockwood said. “You know I’d die for you.” He chuckled. “Heaven knows, I’ve come near it often enough. Scrambling down a crack in the ground is nothing…”
― Jonathan Stroud, The Hollow Boy