Ann

“It’s basically Jane Austen with avocado on toast.”
― Janice Hallett, The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels

“all. I had a cup of coffee with Ann Cleeves at the picnic table—’ she gestured beyond the containers to where a basic picnic table sat near the edge of the cliff. ‘She was researching locations for one of her Vera books. Lovely woman, but she didn’t get inside.”
― Val McDermid, Past Lying

“Franklin Meyer was a cunt, and not the gentleman kind. Franklin’s father was a cunt, too. As kids they were cuntlets. A line of cunts, each one cuntier than the last.” “I wonder what the collective term for—” “A cuntet,” Sammy said knowingly.”
― Chris Whitaker, All the Colors of the Dark

“Belief has grown upon her. Perhaps, she thinks, it is something like a mold.”
― Lauren Groff, Matrix