Summer

“It began as most thing begin. Not on a dark and stormy night. Not foreshadowed by ominous here comes the villain music, dire warning at the bottom of a teacup, or dread portents in the sky.
It began small and innocuously, as most catastrophes do. A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africa and before you know it you’ve got an hurricane closing in. By the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.”
― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

“How will we get back up?" I worried.
"I have a different route in mind for our return trip."
"Does it involve stairs?" I asked hopefully.
"No."
"Of course not. How silly of me. And for our return adventure we will be scaling the side of Mount Everest, hiking boots to be provided by our trusty sponsor, Barrons Books and Baubles.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?"
I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever