Haley

“Of course. What did I expect? Something befitting an all-powerful demon? No, of course not. I have razed battlefields and summoned storms and created wonders from magic alone, but she wants me to grow cabbages.”
― A.B. Poranek, Where the Dark Stands Still

“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

“The corner of his mouth pulls up in that laughing half-smile. ‘I do so love when you command me.”
― A.B. Poranek, Where the Dark Stands Still

“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