Monica

“You weeel meet a handsome stranger."
The Girls giggled and clapped their hands. I couldn't resist.
"He weeel be very wicked man," I interjected. My accent was even worse than Mal's. If any real Suli overheard me, I'd probably end up with a black eye. "You must run from theees man."
"Oh," the girls sighed in dissapointment.
"You must marry ugly man," I said. "Very fet." I held my arms out in front of me, indicating a giant belly. "He weeel make you heppy."
I heard Mal snort beneath his mask.
The girl sniffed. "I don't like this fortune," she said. "Let's go and try another one.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm

“I can't decide if you're a fearmonger or a coward"
"And I can't deicide if you're an idiot or an idiot.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm

“I want to say something sassy, but the only thing that comes to mind is how insulting it is that eyelashes like his were wasted on Satan's errand boy.”
― Christina Lauren, The Unhoneymooners

“I’ve never met a man who can say so much without saying anything at all,” I fumed as Nikolai walked me back to the Little Palace after a particularly wretched session. “There’s got to be something you can do.”
“Like what?”
“Get one of his prize ponies to kick him in the head.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm