Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks." Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.
Lois McMaster BujoldYour Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.
Lois McMaster BujoldI spent my 20s working in patient care at a large university hospital, an experience that has informed all my work and has given me a lot of human observation to draw on.
Lois McMaster Bujold