Labeba Salameh

“The priest looked away, clearly disgusted. His gaze settled on Sarkis. “Can your husband not speak for himself?” “I can,” said Sarkis. “Then why don’t you?” “My wife talks enough for both of us.” The mounted man snickered. The priest shook his head, turning back to his horse. “I will pray for you.” “I would appreciate that,” said Sarkis, deadpan. The mounted man put his hand over his mouth.”
― T. Kingfisher, Swordheart

“I shall not be wielded by a man with clammy hands!”
― T. Kingfisher, Swordheart

“Sarkis rubbed his forehead. “She is lovely and kind and generous of spirit and someone has to keep her from walking off a cliff.” “And they say romance is dead.”
― T. Kingfisher, Swordheart

“Halla went for a high note and Sarkis listened to make sure the song was the only thing being murdered.”
― T. Kingfisher, Swordheart