Deborah Obida

“What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This . . . this . . . thing?”
“A parsnip?” Jem suggested.
“A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden,” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.”
“There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed.
“Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will.
“Oh, dear,” Tessa said sadly, laying her fork down. “And I was so hungry too.”
“There’s always the dinner rolls,” said Will, pointing to a covered basket. “Though I warn you, they’re as hard as stones. You could use them to kill black beetles, if any beetles bother you in the middle of the night.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“It's never too late to change what you are, it took me a long time to figure that out.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

“It felt so wonderful and strange to know you are your own person but begin to understand how you could also belong to wholeheartedly to someone else.”
― Rin Chupeco, The Heart Forger

“Aelin frightens everyone…But not him. I think that’s why she fell in love with him, against her best intentions. Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn