Rye

“Oh, I’m sure he’s fine. Last I heard he’s holed up on his boat, recuperating, probably taking some me time, reassessing his life choices and all that crap. All I’m saying is, if you’re not fast enough to get out of the way of a flying fairy figurine fired from a makeshift cannon, cobbled together by a seven month old, then maybe it’s time to get out of the espionage game.”
― Jane Cousins, To Crave A Curse

“I really don’t think Gaia and Nell will be on board having their infants trained in the ways of war by a bloodthirsty screaming Valkyrie.”
“We’ll call it Jumble Gym Tumble Tot Fun Time.”
“I don’t think labelling the activity with a cutsie name will sway Gaia or your sister”
― Jane Cousins, To Crave A Curse

“And I’ve grown up in the Southern Sanctuary. You know, where an apocalypse is thwarted every other Tuesday.”
“Yeah. But not by you. Tell me, when was the last time an apocalypse was foiled thanks to your Mocha Jaffa Fudge Bars?”
― Jane Cousins, To Crave A Curse

“...she was faced with an annoying, irritating Demon. One she wasn’t allowed to kill. Unless she made it look like an accident. But she had a feeling that even the lazy heifers in the Legal Department would get suspicious if she wrote under cause of death; fell on my hatchets seventeen times.”
― Jane Cousins, What's Up, Buttercup?