Tanya

“Not the star?’ Swift asked. ‘No, that’s Dick Dreadnaught.’ ‘Dick Dreadnaught?’ Swift and I both repeated in incredulity. ‘It’s his stage name, he wanted something memorable,’ she explained. ‘Well, he certainly succeeded in that,’ Swift remarked.”
― Karen Baugh Menuhin, Death in Damascus

“Come on, Perry, you’ve spent tons of time on Earth. You know, pirates? Buccaneers? Buckling their swashes in poofy shirts and tight pants? International Talk Like A Pirate Day?” After a moment, he relented with his version of a knowing grin. “Aye, ye scurvy dog.” “That’s the spirit!” Then Perry held up a wing, his demeanor gone serious. “However, if you say anything about a poop deck, I’m quitting.” I reached out to tap his extended wing in solidarity. “No poop jokes. After all, we have standards.”
― J.N. Chaney, Red Bounty

“No, don’t leave me. The driver underneath me is dead, my foot is stuck on his stick shift, and my ear is attached to his ascot.”
― Agatha Chocolats, Thirteen Chocolates

“I tapped the thrusters, deftly bringing the Fafnir to a relative stop, then sat back. “Hey, I’m getting pretty good at this.” “You are, Van. Just remember the golden rule of flying a spaceship,” Netty said. “What’s that?” “Your first collision is probably your last.” “Words to live by.”
― J.N. Chaney, Backyard Starship