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“Where the bloody hell did you hide my things, you imp?” he demanded. Ariadne gave him a weary but victorious grin. “Your cloak is in the closet inside Dr. Rose’s spare one, which I turned inside out. You looked right past it. As for the boots, one is in the flower box outside and the other is in plain view in my bedroom, which you hate to look at because of the mess.” “Good Lord,” Wendell muttered. “You have your aunt’s devious mind.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Shane took a deep breath. “Maltrevor is…not a good man. He might…attempt to take liberties.” Over the paladin’s shoulder, Marguerite saw Wren cover her eyes and turn away. “…Liberties,” said Marguerite, not quite certain she’d heard correctly. “Yes.” “Sexual liberties, you mean?” Shane, to give him what credit she could muster, met her eyes squarely. “Yes. I am sorry to say, it seems likely.” “Good heavens,” said Marguerite. “I was just going to suck his cock, then drug his wine, but if you think he might take liberties…” The paladin’s face became so expressionless that for a moment, Marguerite was afraid he might keel over in a dead faint. Wren sat down and put her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Faith

“I was continually over-identifying with fiction to try and find a template for myself and my story.”
― Fern Brady, Strong Female Character

“I knew you were the real threat. Mortals always are, aren’t they? If you read the stories. The arrogant faerie prince who can make gold from straw is always undone by the humble miller’s daughter, not some powerful rival of his own stature.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands