Tara

“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

“Madam,” said Istvhan, his voice dropping nearly an octave, “I have made love. I have had sex. I have bedded, rutted, fucked, and on one occasion, with enthusiastic consent and a great deal of oil, I have sodomized, but I have never, not once, canoodled.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength

“Write me a tragedy, Lev Pedrov," 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.”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy

“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