Luisa Bishop

“The ghost sniffed dubiously. “Some are psychically dangerous,” it said, “but you’ve got a lot of junk there, too. Particularly that pierced gourd Holly Munro is putting her head in—but that’s an issue of hygiene more than anything.”
“That pointy one? I thought it was a shaman’s mask.”
“It’s worn in tribal rituals, yeah. But those guys didn’t put it on their faces, I’ll tell you that.”
“Er, Holly…”
Her voice was muffled from inside the gourd. “What?”
“Oh, nothing. I like the mask! You look good. Keep it on!”
― Jonathan Stroud, The Empty Grave

“Rollan glanced at Meilin and her panda. “What’s your power going to be? Cuddling?” Meilin’s face was pure ice. For a moment her lips trembled, but after that the anger only touched her eyes. She held out her arm and in a flash Jhi became a design on the back of her hand. She turned and stormed away.”
― Brandon Mull, Wild Born

“George had his faraway look, the one that made him look like a constipated owl.”
― Jonathan Stroud, The Hollow Boy

“The clan is my blood, and the Pillar is its master.
On my honor, my life, and my jade.”
― Fonda Lee, Jade City