Samantha

“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

“He’s beautiful.”  Nat’s tears flowed again.  “What’s his name?” “I don’t know.”  Jamie’s heart broke a little, and he spoke very gently.  “Nat, precog isn’t certain.  I don’t know for sure if he will even be.” Nat paled further.  “He felt real.  I loved him.  I don’t know how to do this.”
― Debora Geary, A Modern Witch

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

“And now I really do need to run—there are perogies for dinner, and I’m starving. Good night, all.”
― Debora Geary, A Hidden Witch