Tara

“What's so funny?" Istvhan swept more food into the pack. How much did a bear eat? Was she going to kill deer or something? Should he help?

"I was just thinking, first you're with Beartongue and now you're chasing after someone with an actual bear's - "

"Galen."

"Look, I'm just saying you have a type. A weirdly specific type.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength

“Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov,” she whispered to him. “Write me a litany of sins. Write me a plague of devastation. Write me lonely, write me wanting, write me shattered and fearful and lost. Then write me finding myself in your arms, if only for a night, and then write it again. Write it over and over, Lev, until we both know the pages by heart. Isn’t that a story, too?” she asked him softly.”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy

“Madam,” said Istvhan, his voice dropping nearly an octave, “I have made love. I have had sex. I have bedded, rutted, fucked, and on one occasion, with enthusiastic consent and a great deal of oil, I have sodomized, but I have never, not once, canoodled.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength

“One doesn't need magic if one knows enough stories.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries