Katherine

“Too many folk,” the Parnen continued, apparently oblivious of Aaron’s reaction, “these days worry only about the present. It is a worrisome trait. Still, if one only worries about the present, and the future will soon be the present, is one not worrying about both at the same time?” He rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, “An interesting question, isn’t it?”
― Jacob Peppers, A Sellsword's Compassion

“Waiting for the right people isn't going to get us where we want; we need to go out and find..." She groped for the right word. A mission? A project? A job?

"Trouble?" Sicarius suggested.

"An endeavor that will help the city and prove to the emperor that we're undeserving of the bounties on our heads and we're invaluable resources to his regime."

"Trouble," Sicarius said.”
― Lindsay Buroker

“In the words of a once great general,” he said, “When all choices are shitty, a man must pick the one most likely to leave him alive to wash.”
― Jacob Peppers, A Sellsword's Compassion

“Sicarius,” Amaranthe said quietly.

He bent low, eyes toward her face.

With the men laughing and talking up front, and the lorry clacking and chugging as the stack billowed black smoke into the air, this was scarcely a romantic spot. But maybe it did not matter. His response would not likely be to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Whatever response he gave — if he gave one at all — she anticipated it would sting.

“I…uhm…” Amaranthe forced herself to meet his gaze. “I love you.”

A long moment passed. She did not remember breathing.

Sicarius nodded infinitesimally. “I know.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Dark Currents