Isabel Charrett

“I have four uniforms, but only one fucking flight jacket, and I”—punch—“hate”—punch—“sewing!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Tell me something, Violence.” A muscle in his square jaw ticks as he stares down at me, rippling the tawny-brown skin of his stubbled cheek. “Why is it always you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Everyone assumes she’ll wind up with you, but it’s my last name she ends up wearing on her flight jacket in formation.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“And consort?” I whisper. “We aren’t married.” He fucking smirks. “I’ve noticed. But ‘girlfriend’ is missing that permanent tone.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm