Amelia

“He was muttering to himself again. “Tell me at least you have something for your feet.” “Like what?” “Like what—like shoes, you twit. Boots. Slippers. Clogs fashioned by your stupid chisel. Anything.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“He held me in his gaze like he needed to. “Do you want to know how it ends?” “Does it end?” He nodded. “It ends a handful of minutes from now. After you’ve won, and there is one less Omen in the world.” He grinned. “It ends when you kiss me.” “You mean it ends after I’ve won, and there is one less Omen in the world—and I hit you as hard as I can.” “With your mouth.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“I’ll do anything you ask of me.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“It is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings,” the gargoyle said. “Bartholomew does not know how to swim. But worry not—” He looked up at me. Smiled proudly. “She has always excelled at drowning.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth