Viola

“Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“Hear, hear.' Sister Martha hoisted her water glass. 'Let the rigid stick of self-righteousness be dislodged from her very uptight ass.'
Father Ramon coughed.
'A-fucking-men,' Loup supplied helpfully.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Santa Olivia

“How’s the patient?” asked Derby.
“Dead to the world.”
“But not actually dead.”
“No.”
“How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five