Heather

“He is an old dog still,” Wendell said quietly. “There are no magics to restore youth in creatures doomed to age—only glamours. But I thought, if I could grant him another few years of health, which he may spend in your company, and in roaming his favourite paths, and napping by the fireside—” “It’s enough,” I said, then buried my face in Shadow’s fur, unable to control myself any longer. In truth, it wasn’t enough—no finite span of years ever could be. And yet it was a gift beyond measure.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“Being the sergeant was thankless, and they didn’t pay you very much more, and when something went wrong, you were the one that had to fix things. Responsibility was lousy.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nine Goblins: A Tale of Low Fantasy and High Mischief

“The destructive capacity of small cute animals was really quite astonishing.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nine Goblins: A Tale of Low Fantasy and High Mischief

“You must try your best to make friends, for those who are small cannot easily stand alone.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands