Marjan

“Stupid sixteen-year-old kid falling from the sky! I’m late!”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“Ro grinned and held out Ella—the bright blue elephant that everyone knew Sophie couldn’t sleep without. “Figured you were going to need something to snuggle—unless you want a real hug.” She stretched out her other arm, looking anything but cuddly in her metal corset and spike-rimmed metal diaper.”
― Shannon Messenger, Stellarlune

“ ‘You mean a lot to me, Foster. More than you’ll ever know.’ ” Sophie lunged for the paper. “Nope! No destroying the evidence—and don’t even think about telling me you don’t know what he meant by that, Blondie! Your cheeks are way too red!” Sophie tugged her hair forward. She’d been so thrown by the rest of Keefe’s message that she’d forgotten that part was in there—and her brain honestly had no idea what to do with it. It almost felt like Keefe was trying to tell her… But he couldn’t mean that.”
― Shannon Messenger, Stellarlune

“Iggy’s fur and Ro’s hair were now deep shades of purple, blue, and gray, with each color fading into the next in an ombré effect. It reminded Sophie of the night sky, right before the stars appear—and it was definitely an improvement from the weird mermaid-tiger thing Iggy had going on before. But… Keefe’s final gift was gone. Just like him.”
― Shannon Messenger, Stellarlune