What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

Tomorrow, in my experience, is only worth worrying about when there’s something you can do about it. The

Salt on the floor, threads on the walls, and iron under the pillow, but God forbid we call a doctor to actually listen to her grandson’s lungs …

Feels very reminiscent of a certain ORANGE who is president

“Don’t mind us,” I said. “Just dealing with ghosts.” She digested this for a moment, then glanced up at the sky. “Nice weather for it,” she observed.

Eugenia my LOVE

“If you attempt to tell me that I should not be digging out of some misplaced gallantry, I shall strike you very hard with my umbrella.”

I love EUGENIA