Jennifer

“What the hell are you doing here? You weren't on the guest list. Hell, you people aren't on anybody's guest list. If you turned up at a funeral, the corpse would walk out on you.”
― Simon R. Green, Deathstalker Rebellion

“We,' I repeated.
'Yes, we!' said Miss Decima. 'I'm the only person in the house clever enough to solve the mystery, and you shall push my bath chair. I'll also need you to investigate my relatives, eavesdrop on conversations, threaten suspects, lie to the police and maybe break a few fingers.”
― Ross Montgomery, The Murder at World's End

“What was that?" Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner.
"Brill," Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on.
"Again?" Belgarath demanded with exasperation. "What was he doing this time?"
"Trying to fly, last time I saw him." Silk smirked.
The old man looked puzzled.
"He wasn't doing it very well," Silk added.
Belgarath shrugged. "Maybe it'll come to him in time."
"He doesn't really have all that much time." Silk glanced out over the edge.
"From far below - terribly far below - there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another. "Does bouncing count?" Silk asked.
Belgarath made a wry face. "Not really."
"Then I'd say he didn't learn in time." Silk said blithely.”
― David Eddings, Magician's Gambit

“​He was calm and soothing and had a reasonable explanation for everything. No woman should have to put up with that.”
― Jodi Taylor, Just One Damned Thing After Another