Wyrd

“Mom?” Mother turned to Grandmother. “What?” “She’s going to lunch with her kidnapper!” “Take a picture for me,” Grandma said. “This family will put me into an early grave,” my mother growled.”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“You!” I said, relishing the moment. “Shall not! Pass!”
― Jim Butcher, Battle Ground

“If he laid on the Irish any thicker, she’d be drowning in shamrocks.”
― Nalini Singh, A Madness of Sunshine

“Okay,” Juke said. “Your horse is a donkey, your poodle is a giant wolf breed, and your boyfriend is whatever the hell he is. You have problems.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Shifts