Emily

“He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird”
― Karen Chance

“I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it.
"You really hate my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it.
"Yeah"
"Why?"
I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody's did that all on its own.
"It's like...angry hair," I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably.
He caught my wrist. "Most people would say that suits me."
"I'm not most people."
"I know.”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.”
― Karen Chance, Claimed by Shadow

“What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion