Emily

“I volunteer,” Clay said. “I’m a world champion at sitting on my friends.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Hidden Kingdom

“Clay snorted. “Special powers like what?” he’d asked.
“You know,” Starflight had answered, irritated. “Telepathy? Precognition? Invisibility? Hello?”
“You don’t have invisibility,” Clay had argued. “I mean, you’re a black dragon. You’re just hard to see in the shadows. That’s not a power. I’d be invisible, too, if I were lying in a mud puddle.”
“Yeah, well,” Starflight had said, “we can appear out of nowhere in the dark of night! Swooping down as if the sky has just fallen on you!” He’d spread his wings majestically.
“Still not a power,” Clay had said. “That’s just you guys being creepy.”
“It is not creepy!” Starflight had cried, his voice rising. “It is magnificent and imposing!”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dragonet Prophecy

“I BEG YOUR PARDON,” Tsunami objected. “I can be VERY DIPLOMATIC when I WANT to be.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Brightest Night

“You want my venom? I'l give you ven- oh, hi Turtle,”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Talons of Power