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“The combined aromas of hot cinnamon, ground coffee, and sweet cardamom intoxicated her, and as she brewed and smiled and served and chatted, a deep contentment welled up. It was a glowing warmth she’d never experienced before, and she liked it. She liked it a great deal.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“Calamity." His own callused paw was swallowed by hers.
Her eyes widened.
"Hob name," he said. "You can call me Cal."
"Whichever you like best. I don't need your name to suit me.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“She was smiling, and for the first time, the building, the city, this place… felt like hers. A place she’d still be tomorrow, the week after, next season, next year…. Home.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“This cat, on the other hand, was its own animal. All cats give that impression, of course, but instead of the mindless animal self-absorption that passes for secret wisdom in the creatures, Greebo radiated genuine intelligence. He also radiated a smell that would have knocked over a wall and caused sinus trouble in a dead fox.”
― Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters