Eve

“This route is completely inefficient,” Hazard growled as the shuttle cut down another aisle of cars. Their driver, an ancient man sitting on a lumbar support cushion so he could see out the windshield, wore a t-shirt that said JESUS, DON’T TAKE THE WHEEL YET! I’M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN! The shuttle crept along at about five miles an hour. They’d only made it through three of the five floors, and it felt like they’d been on the shuttle for a day.
“It’s fine,” Somers said.
“It’s not fine,” Hazard said. He leaned over to the luggage rack and worked his backpack lose. “I think I packed a whiteboard. I bet I can plan out a more efficient route in five minutes.”
“Dear God,” Somers whispered.
“Ok, three minutes.”
“Not that. You packed a whiteboard?” “Of course,” Hazard said. “They’re very useful when I need to make a point. Exhibit A.”
― Gregory Ashe, Off Duty, Volume 2

“Grief is the price we pay for love. It costs you everything but the memories are one of the few treasures we keep for a lifetime”
― K. Sterling, The Last Nanny in Manhattan

“Who we are, what we love, what we intend, what we feel,” the old wolf shook his head. “Sometimes we can’t find that in English, but it’s our common meeting ground. Yet we were shaped by other tongues and move to the cadence of other music.” His gaze dropped to Seong-Jae’s lips. “So I want to know what music moves you to speak.”
― Cole McCade, A Single Bright Candle's Flame

“I will never force you,” he said. “I’ll try never to hurt you, but no man can safely promise that. Any hurt I do to you, I will be desperately sorry for and try to repair.”
― Kaje Harper, Nor Iron Bars a Cage