Elle Tyson

“Felicity Montague, you are a cactus.” “Debatable.” My knees are aching against the hard floor, so I stretch out on my stomach parallel to her, propping my chin on my hands. “My botanical equivalent would more likely be . . . what are those plants that shrivel as soon as you touch them? I’d be one of those.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

“I think I want a house of my own," I start, the words a discovery as they leave my mouth. "Something small, so I don't have much housework, but enough room for a proper library. I want a lot of books. And I wouldn't mind a good old dog to walk with me. And a bakery I go to every morning where they know my name."
"And you don't want anyone with you?" Sim asks, raising her head. "No family?"
"I want friends," I say. "Good friends, that make up a different kind of family.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

“Everyone wants things,” Monty says. “Everyone’s got a hunger like that. It passes. Or it gets easier to live with. It stops eating you up inside.” I scrunch my nose and sniff. Maybe everyone has hunger like this—impossible, insatiable, but all-consuming in spite of it all. Maybe the desert dreams of spilling rivers, valleys of a view. Maybe that hunger will one day pass. But if it does, I will be left shelled and halved and hollowed out, and who can live like that?”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

“Yes, we have quite literally followed you to the end of the earth," Monty replied, "And there was only mild complaining”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy