Erin

“He's got no head!" said Imogene. She sounded more outraged than frightened, as if the notion of monsters going around without heads was a terrible social faux pas. "Things don't just walk around without heads!"

"Chickens, sometimes," offered Willard.

"That was not helpful, Tom."

"No, but I've already poured tea, so I'm afraid I've run out of helpful things to do at the moment.”
― T. Kingfisher, A Sorceress Comes to Call

“No, no." The Squire's mustache quivered with his sincerity. "All my fault, my dear, truly all mine.I forget that most well-bred ladies have nerves. Hester hasn't any at all, you see."

"None whatsoever," said Hester dryly. "Otherwise people might get on them.”
― T. Kingfisher, A Sorceress Comes to Call

“Hester was no hero, but there was nothing in her that would allow her to turn away from a person who had been dropped on her doorstep. Even if that person had brought Doom along with her.”
― T. Kingfisher, A Sorceress Comes to Call

“Something's weighing on you," he said, looking down at her. "What can I do?"
Hester rubbed her hand over her face.
"You're here," she said. "That helps more than I can say,”
― T. Kingfisher, A Sorceress Comes to Call