Jocelyn

“Do you know what happens to men who fall in love with me?” she asked.

Ga took a moment to think about it.

“They get locked in your tunnel and fed nothing but broth for two weeks?”

Playfully, she said, “No.”

“Hmm,” Ga said. “Your neighbor tries to give them botulism and then they get punched in the nose by the Dear Leader’s driver?”

“No.”

“Okay, I give up. What happens to men who fall for you?”

She shimmied her body so that her hips were under his.

“They fall forever,” she said.”
― Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son

“He put an arm around me and helped me across the lawn into the passenger's seat. The inside was red and white as a strawberry sundae, with black analog gauges. It was inefficient and sprawling; it screamed of hubris and excess and obsolescence; it was America on wheels.”
― Mishell Baker, Borderline

“On a scale of one to pissed I'd rate them pissed.”
― Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning

“You want to leave. Huh. Keep in mind everything I just said, and now consider that you're the only person who's successfully flown that thing. You're in possession of critical knowledge that we've spent billions and a decade of our lives trying to acquire. I'm not saying this to scare you, only to appeal to your logical reasoning – do you think there's anything we won't do to extract that information from you?”
― Blake Crouch, Dark Matter