Tara

“What's so funny?" Istvhan swept more food into the pack. How much did a bear eat? Was she going to kill deer or something? Should he help?

"I was just thinking, first you're with Beartongue and now you're chasing after someone with an actual bear's - "

"Galen."

"Look, I'm just saying you have a type. A weirdly specific type.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength

“Once she was inside, the man let down the tent flap behind them. In Harshek he called, "Galen, I don't know what's going on here, but hopefully this woman can explain."

"What if she kills you, Boss?" called Galen.

"Then either avenge me or put her in charge. Your choice.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength

“Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov,” she whispered to him. “Write me a litany of sins. Write me a plague of devastation. Write me lonely, write me wanting, write me shattered and fearful and lost. Then write me finding myself in your arms, if only for a night, and then write it again. Write it over and over, Lev, until we both know the pages by heart. Isn’t that a story, too?” she asked him softly.”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy

“Write me a tragedy. Write me a litany of sins. Write me a plague of devastation. Write me lonely, write me wanting, write me shattered and fearful and lost. Then write me finding myself in your arms, if only for a night, and then write it again. Write it over and over, until we both know the pages by heart”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy