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 have a great deal of experience skinning my enemies,” he said, deadpan. “Do you have many enemies among the potatoes?” “Not any longer.”
― 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

“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