Adam

“My beautiful boy,” Miriam whispered as she turned to dust. “My beautiful boy.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Butcher's Masquerade

“He nodded. “Would this be a bad time to bring up the fact that I do not own a cat?” Butch considered the sleeping feline. “What? But the thing was sitting on your doorstep and walked in like it owns the place?” “Yeah,” said Bunny. “It’s a cat. That’s what cats do.”
― Caimh McDonnell, Dead Man's Sins

“the men of the militsia had sealed off the entire area with roadblocks, and the KGB then cut off the city’s long-distance telephone lines. By nightfall, the local lines were dead, too, and there had still been no radio broadcast to notify the citizens of Pripyat of the accident, let alone warn them to stay indoors or close their windows.”
― Adam Higginbotham, Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World's Greatest Nuclear Disaster

“This inn only employed a single prostitute, a woman changeling named Juice Box,”
― Matt Dinniman, The Gate of the Feral Gods