What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

No, recognition is the wrong term. Classification, rather.

I am delighted by obscure passions, no matter how unusual.

(Look, if you don’t make a fool of yourself over animals, at least in private, you aren’t to be trusted. That was one of my father’s maxims, and it’s never failed me yet.)

It was fun. People get hung up on happiness and joy, but fun will take you at least as far and it’s generally cheaper to obtain.