Labeba Salameh

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

“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

“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

“I am capable of following simple orders, you know.” “Without having to have a lengthy discussion about them, you mean?” Halla narrowed her eyes. “…that’s what I thought.”
― T. Kingfisher, Swordheart