Alex

“You could not save him.” Dretta nodded. “But he saved you. And you, Merros Dulver, you are supposed to save us from these Sa’ba Taalor when they attack. That’s what I keep hearing. That you are a hero and will keep us safe from the people that killed my husband.” Her voice was calm as she looked away from him to layer slices of roast meat and bread on his plate. When she looked up at him again her eyes were dry. “Keep us safe. Keep me safe. And while you are doing that, I want you to find the bitch that murdered my man and I want you to carve her head from her body.” Her voice was still calm; as if she were discussing the crops she might plant on the last lands of her villa. “Bring me her head and prove to me that my husband made the right choice in dying for you.”
― James A. Moore, The Blasted Lands

“Sorry I’m late!” came a voice from the night, along with what Tern recognized as the sound of someone coming”
― Patrick Weekes, The Prophecy Con

“I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can’t leave it alone.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“Holy fucking Batman there’s a panther in my bed.”
― Tricia Sullivan, Shadowboxer