Erik Kron

“Great,” Glory said. “How about a trail of cow parts, too? And a map of where we’re going? Or perhaps we could set this part of the forest on fire, just to make sure everyone knows how to find us. Would you like me to spell out ‘DRAGONETS WUZ HERE’ in giant rocks?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Lost Heir

“Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Brightest Night

“Just this one bowl,” Qibli said grumpily. “Because it’s the stupidest bowl in Pyrrhia.” Peril edged a little closer and peered at it. “Huh,” she said. “Looks like a norm — nope!” she interrupted herself, seeing the look on his face. “You’re right! Stupidest bowl I’ve ever seen! Can I join in? HEY, BOWL, YOUR SHAPE IS INANE! FOOD PROBABLY FALLS OUT OF YOU ALL THE TIME! I BET YOU DON’T EVEN STACK WELL IN CABINETS! YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU’RE THE WORST! Ooh, this is great. Let’s do it every day! I feel much better.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Darkness of Dragons

“You’re right,” she said. “All my life I have desperately wanted an ugly necklace.” “Hey,” Chameleon protested, as Queen Scarlet gave a shout of laughter.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Escaping Peril