Rora

“For the first time, I understood the difference between leaving and not staying. It was the difference between a snarl and a smile.”
― Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Pirate's Wish

“Here’s the plan: I’ll go in and palaver while you surround them.”

“Surround them,” he said. “By myself.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Dark Currents

“Asking isn't what I had in mind,” Sicarius said.
“Yes, I can see that.” Amaranthe planted a hand on his chest, fingers splayed. “Why don’t you give Yara and me a few minutes alone to discuss this? I’ll brief you on whatever we decide to do before we do it. And you can loiter nearby in case anything goes wrong.”
His face didn't soften exactly—and he gave that hand a long look before meeting Amaranthe’s eyes— but the hostility he’d been oozing did seem to lessen. “Assassins don’t loiter,” he said.
The comment startled Evrial, and she wondered if she’d heard it correctly. The man hadn't uttered much that could be classified as humor, not with her around anyway. Maybe he was simply feeling indignant.But Amaranthe smiled. “What do you call it?”
“Standing. Purposefully.”
― Lindsay Buroker, Beneath the Surface

“I'm not fooled, assassin. You may think you are removed from us—that you have come to terms with your own mortality—but I still had to drag Sora out of your arms.”
― T.L. Shreffler, Sora's Quest