True

“I see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack."
He pulled away.
"What if being packmates isn't enough for me?”
― Kathy Reichs, Code

“If you’re insinuating that my personal hygiene is not up to the same high standard as yours you can go suck my galoshes.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

“You three looking for something specific?” Her voice was surprisingly melodious.
“Any sacrificial knives?” Hi raised an index finger. “Nothing too fancy, and I'll need a no-slip grip. Me and the coven have some goats lined up for Saturday's bonfire.”
I could've kicked him. I think I tried.”
― Kathy Reichs, Exposure

“Hey, check this weirdo out." Hi was inspecting a bust on the mantel. "This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you want to bet he owned slaves?"

Scowling to match the carving's expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. "In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and we cooked up peasant steaks every Sunday."”
― Kathy Reichs, Code