Mike Trout

“Oh,” Patricia said. “Then I’m a witch. I guess.” “Ah.” The eagle’s hooked beak clicked. “But you will have to prove it. Or both you and Dirrp will be punished.”
― Charlie Jane Anders, All the Birds in the Sky

“$ 25 for a buttload of nothing, as it transpired. “Yeah. I struck out,” Skyler said. He pulled the letter out of his parka, which he was still wearing—you didn’t use heaters in the IRTF control room, as heat would distort the telescope’s images. He held up the offending envelope and dramatically tore it in half, then stuffed it into the trashcan. Tamura laughed.”
― Felix R. Savage, Freefall

“Way up here, 13,700 feet above sea level, the only sound was the wind. The dry, thin air tickled Skyler’s throat. He shivered and zipped his parka all the way up against the cold. Patches of snow dappled the slopes around the parking lot, although spring had already come to Hilo, down on the coast, where he was staying.”
― Felix R. Savage, Freefall

“Just before midnight, the clouds disappeared. “Hey hey,” Tamura said placidly. “Got Jupiter for you.” Skyler dumped his guitar in its case and sprang to the console.”
― Felix R. Savage, Freefall