Laurel

“Poison?" she (Granuaile)said,"I hope it isn't iocane powder.”
― Kevin Hearne, Trapped

“At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Violet & Claire

“Atticus "What's this religion going to be called?"
Oberon "Poochism"
A:"and the name of this holy writ I will be typing for you?"
O:"The dead flea scrolls: A Sirius Prophecy.”
― Kevin Hearne, Trapped

“Atticus:"I found it difficult not to grin like a geek at a Trekkie convention.”
― Kevin Hearne, Trapped