Alison Beechner

“How many throwing knives do you have on your body right now?” I asked her. She shrugged. “Two. Why?” “Give them to me.” She huffed as she handed them to me. “I’m not going to use them on anyone in our party,” she said dully. “Promise me,” I said. “I promise,” she grumbled. Satisfied, I started for Dominik. “Wait,” Jalene called. “What?” I asked. “What if he’s suddenly possessed by a demon, and the only way to save him is a mercy killing, and I’m the only one of us with a throwing knife that—” “Even then,” I broke in. “What if we’re attacked by zombies and—” “No stabbing Kent. Ever.”
― Heather Hildenbrand, The Girl Who Ruled The Stars

“The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and forth in what seemed to be annoyance. Or maybe anticipation. I didn't know. I'd always been more of a dog person.
I cleared my throat, and the panther stopped and flicked up one of its rounded ears. Listening.
"Um, nice kitty?”
― Jennifer Estep

“Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..."

Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea...”
― Rachel Vincent, If I Die

“You Bedazzled my stake?” “Um … Surprise,” April said. “Just because you’re hunting nasty stuff doesn’t mean you can’t do it in style.”
― Bree Despain, The Lost Saint