He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Ann AguirreI found it curious that people kept animals for companionship and not food. When I'd asked Mama Oaks when she planned to cook the fat creature that slept in a basket in the kitchen, her eyes almost popped out of her head. Since then, she'd kept her pet away from me, like she suspected I meant to turn it into stew. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.
Ann AguirreI think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.
Ann AguirreMother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?โ He levels angry blue eyes on me. โYouโre a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?โ โOnly to people who try to kidnap me,โ I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, โOr rescue meโฆโ And then Dina makes a pfft sound. โOr who travel with meโฆโ My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. โFine, frag you all, Iโm dark juju, bad luck, and youโre all doomed.
Ann Aguirre