Grace

“What is the difference,” he mused, “between appearing to be a thing and becoming it? I suspect if I act the role long enough, the clothes will begin to fit so well that I’ll forget I was ever pretending.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar

“Ami sniffed, then cooed at the baby. “You are the mostest beautiful, aren’t you? So precious, my darling. Where’s Ash? Ash, I need to have another baby.”
Ash, still wrestling Astar the bear cub while Stella clung to his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, throttling him as she chattered merrily, called back. “Right this minute? Because I’ll need to get undressed.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, The Fate of the Tala

“But seriously, there must be plenty of people who don’t attend the academy for one reason or another.”
“Sure.” She ticked off the reasons on one hand. “Lack of magic, lack of connections, lack of money.” She slid him a look. “Lack of sense.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar

“What’s gone before is gone.”
“It will be when he’s dead,” Gabriel replied with grim purpose.
“Excuse me?” Completely taken aback, she’d nearly stammered in her shock.
“I resolved back then to find out the names of all three of those suitors who brutalized you—and to kill them.”
“But… but you can’t kill the House Sammael heir.” Curse it, now she was stammering.
“Watch me.” Gabriel’s eyes glittered with black hatred. The dark side of the moon. “They will not abuse my wife and live.”
― Jeffe Kennedy, Bright Familiar