Thilina

“I think about how many things my aunt and the others tried to warn me about. It’s just as it says in our sacred text, just as the images on the stained-glass windows portray things to be. The Icarals are hideous things of great Evil, and need to be destroyed before they destroy us. And Sage’s baby, if this is its destiny—to turn into one of those things—then the Mage Council is right in wanting to take it from her, stripping it of its wings and its power. Killing it, even. I shudder to think of those creatures armed with overwhelming power at their disposal, and I know that if my attackers had been in possession of their wings, I’d be dead. And if my aunt is right about this, and about my need to leave home, if her intuition is so good, maybe she’s right about other things, as well. Maybe the Selkies are only dangerous, feral animals—just as horrible as the Icarals when they have their skins. And maybe she’s right about Lukas and wandfasting.”
― Laurie Forest, The Black Witch

“He can look harmless if he wants to. He is the consummate actor, but unless he works at it, his eyes give him away. If the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then Edward’s in trouble because no one is home. He”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Obsidian Butterfly

“It’s where my knife is going to land if you don’t let her go and put your weapon down.” “And let you shoot me?” Arast laughed sadistically. “I’m not stupid.” “About as smart as my boots,” Nykyrian muttered, doubting his own intelligence for letting the imbecile get the drop on him. “Send me your blaster or I’ll kill her right now!” Arast really was an idiot. Did he think a blaster was needed? Or that he only had one?”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Night