Leila Warwick

“You’ll pardon me,” he finally said, “if the suggestion that the minuscule black turnip you call a heart is suddenly overflowing with generosity toward me leaves me wanting to arm myself and put my back against a wall.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Uglies

“What's the golden rule of social networking?"
Luther hangs up his coat. "Don't do it?”
― Neil Cross, The Calling

“I'm lying here in a tent, pretending to be asleep but actually fearing for my life as I watch a bunny murderer have a conversation with our campfire.”
― Amy Plum, After the End