Miners of the Tempest Quotes

“This is the prettiest fabric I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as Tau drew near, and muttered things about softness and durability. “I’ve never wanted to skin a settee before.”
Skin?
Tau could skin.
His hands were made for it.
“How many Sentinels are—Tau! What the hell?”
Although he saw Lucetta throw her arms about, he did not look up from digging his nails through the fabric, the surrounding hush broken by threads yielding under swift precision. He pinched the nigh perfect rectangle between his fingers and held it out. Oliver’s expression flitted from stunned to enthralled.
“Thank you,” he breathed, soft lips losing a battle against smiling. He took care in the way he folded and cradled the rectangle against his chest.
Although the others were a little more horror-struck.
Tau wondered if he’d done something wrong.”
― Penny Moss, Miners of the Tempest