Faux

“Abigail Pent has been interfered with and opened up.” “Please elaborate opened up, because my imagination is better than your description and I am not having a lot of fun here,” said Gideon.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“Classic Blood of Eden move,” said Pyrrha. “Fucking insane, surprisingly effective, relies on a lot of soldiers pissing in a lot of bottles.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Look,” said Harrowhark.

No murder, sorrow, or fear could ever touch Harrow Nonagesimus. Her tired eyes were alight. A lot of her paint had peeled away or been sweated off down in the facility, and the whole left side of her jaw was just grey-tinted skin. A hint of her humanity peeked through. She had such a peculiarly pointed little face, high browed and tippy everywhere, and a slanted and viscious mouth. She said irascibly, “At the key, moron, not at me.”

The moron looked at the key, but did give her the middle finger.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“I would not like a beer. I do not like the way it tastes to me.” “What does it taste like to you?” I asked. “Metaphor is difficult for me, so I apologize if I get this wrong,” Ran said. “All right.” “Beer tastes like ass.” “No, you got it right,” I told Ran.”
― John Scalzi, The Shattering Peace