Samantha

“It was the peopling that was wearing thin for me.”
― Jilleen Dolbeare, Splintered Haven

“Expecting...this?" I gestured at the foyer. "What reason could I have possibly had to expect a talking gargoyle and a cottage that's like the Doctor’s phone booth?”
― Lydia M. Hawke, Becoming Crone

“a weekend of sleeping, streaming, and sapphic-novel reading.”
― Dana Hawkins, So Not My Type

“Smells awesome.  Make me one?” Lauren jumped, which gave him some idea how distracted she was.  Sneaking up on a mind witch was usually pretty difficult. “Sure,” she said.  “Want onions?” “On a grilled cheese sandwich?  Heathen.” Lauren smirked.  “I take it that’s a no.” Jamie shrugged.  “Well, I’ll eat it, but I have very low standards.”  In some things, at least.”
― Debora Geary, A Modern Witch