Frances Newland

“What did Fairweller say? When you delivered the note?"
"Oh," said Clover, calming a little. "Well...nothing, actually. I sort of...accidentally...tore it to pieces."
"Accidentally," Azalea echoed.
"And threw it into the fire," said Clover.
"Oh.”
― Heather Dixon, Entwined

“Excellent. I've been told I have a lovely, melodic reading voice." He flipped the book open to the front page, where the title was printed in ornate script. Across from it was a long dedication, the ink faded now and barely legible, though Clary could make out the signature: With hope at last, William Herondale.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“He smiled. "You’re into me, I can tell."

"I’m not into you," I said hotly. Hotly, because as soon as the words left my lips, sparklers erupted on top of my head.

Hudson looked at them, and a grin spread across his face. The baby cooed and reached out, trying to grab the flaring light. Hudson moved farther away. "Don’t touch. Just look at Mommy’s pretty liar hat."

He was enjoying this way too much. "Okay," I said. "Maybe I like you a little."

The sparklers dimmed, but didn’t go out.

Hudson raised an eyebrow.

"All right," I said, nervously eyeing the area to make sure no one saw us. "I’m into you."

The sparklers died, but I didn’t wait around for more commentary. I headed to the inn. Behind me I heard Hudson still talking to the baby. "Yes, we like Mommy’s flaming hairdo, don’t we?”
― Janette Rallison, My Unfair Godmother

“And I don’t see how Sebastian can be all that fond of Jace, either. He was horribly jealous of him all his life. He thought Jace was Valentine’s favorite,” added Clary.
“Not to mention,” Magnus noted, “that Jace killed him. That would put anyone off.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls