Haley

“It was hard not to watch Arthie Casimir. The way she worked and schemed, at times as still as stone, other times as restless as a bee. For the most part, Arthie obscured her femininity. She was, after all, a girl in a
man’s world, but it snuck through every once in a while. When she turned a certain way. When she lit up at Jin’s words or countered Matteo’s provocations or slid a glance at Laith. When the waves of her hair caught
the light, illuminating the copper of her skin and making her gaze come
alive with mischief.”
― Hafsah Faizal, A Tempest of Tea

“Are you not having anything?" Laith was watching her as he piled two cubes of sugar into his cup and fed a third to his cat.
"I have very refined tastes," Arthie said.
"You're a snob, you mean."
"Better a snob than someone mistaking sugar for flavor," she replied.
A slow smirk curled the side of his mouth, and he made sure she was looking when he added a third cube into his cup, stirring it thoroughly before meeting her eyes and dropping in a fourth.
"Can't blame me for needing a way to work with something so bitter.”
― Hafsah Faizal, A Tempest of Tea

“You are not a monster, Liska Radost. You are sunlight, and you breathe life into everything you touch.”
― A.B. Poranek, Where the Dark Stands Still

“Liska snaps, frustrated. ‘We kissed, you incorrigible antlered tragedy! You think I can just put this out of my mind? This happened because of me!”
― A.B. Poranek, Where the Dark Stands Still