Tarana Inam-McDermott

“Oh, they’ll be punished.” Amaranthe smiled and pointed at the heretofore silent Sicarius.
“Pa here, he’s the farm dis-ci-pli-nar-i-an. He was a soldier and he knows how to lay into a man an’ make him wish he’d never thunk of running off. Ain’t that right, Pa?” She smiled up at Sicarius.
“Yes,” he said flatly. “Ma.”
― Lindsay Buroker, The Emperor's Edge

“He hunched his shoulders, tucked his head and whispered, sadly, I understand. I am the Solitary Raven, doomed to be alone and lonely, spurned by all. —I can’t have you shouting in my ear like that. I can’t think straight. I will go to my field and contemplate my own wretchedness. In the rain.”
― Antonia Hodgson, The Raven Scholar

“Well, I’m freezing. Either one of us is going to have to check or we’ll have to start cuddling.”

Sicarius climbed the ladder.

“There’s something wrong with a man who chooses to face death over cuddling with a woman.”
― Lindsay Buroker, The Emperor's Edge