Tasma

“And what if there comes a day when all of this becomes too much, and I want to be carried? At least for a little while?”
“Then it would be my honor and a privilege to do so, Saeris Fane. Never doubt that. Whenever you need me to catch you, I am here, ready and willing. I’ll face the Blood Court for you, if you want me to. I’ll face Belikon, and Madra, and anyone or anything that wishes to do you harm.”
“You’ll have to face the sun for me, too, in that case.”
“Gladly.”
“And I will become your shadow.”
“You should know, Saeris… I am my father’s son. My strength has always been my shadows.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone

“Whoa.” She blinked quickly, as if she was having trouble seeing properly. “Those are… huge,” she gasped, eyeing the inkwork over the tops of her legs. “But… beautiful.”
“Don’t say I never give you flowers, Osha.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone

“But you don’t have to be one thing here, Saeris. You can be many things. You can wear your leathers and fight every day of the year. I would never ask you not to. But sometimes, if you wanted to… you’re allowed to soften, Saeris. You’re allowed to stop baring your teeth at the world and take a breath. Because I’ve got you.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone

“If you don’t take that knife out of your mouth and sit down, I’m going to personally smash that plant pot over your head.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone