Karatics

“Eat you?" He made a disgusted sound. "The smell of your blood alone is enough to put me off eating for a month.”
― S.A. Chakraborty, The City of Brass

“He snatched up the reins again, holding her tight. There was nothing affectionate or remotely romantic about the gesture; it was desperation, like a man clinging to a ledge. "We run.”
― S.A. Chakraborty, The City of Brass

“I want people to be allowed to make jokes about, and discuss, anything they want. I don’t think people should be ostracized for doing so.”
― Milo Yiannopoulos, Dangerous

“The bow in hand, he finally staggered up and glanced down the alley, obviously searching for whoever had – what had he said? – ‘called’ him? Though he didn’t look much taller than her, the vast array of weapons – enough to fight a whole troop of French soldiers – was terrifying and slightly ridiculous. Like what a little boy might don to pretend to be some ancient warrior.

A warrior. Oh, by the Most High…

He was looking for her. Nahri was the one who had called him.”
― S.A. Chakraborty, The City of Brass