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Oh. So that’s what was bothering him. Izzy could have done a lot of things at this moment to assuage Eibhear’s annoyance. A lot of things.

She didn’t do any of them.

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― G.A. Aiken, How to Drive a Dragon Crazy

“Wretch! I shan’t allow you to take a rise out of me! I want to talk to you about Jane!��
“Who the devil is—Oh, yes, I know! One of your girls!��
“My eldest daughter, and, let me remind you, your niece, Alverstoke!��
“Unjust, Louisa, I needed no reminder!��
“I am bringing the dear child out this season,”[...]
“You’ll have to do something about her freckles—if she’s the one I think she is,�� he interrupted. “Have you tried citron-water?��
“I didn’t invite you to come here to discuss Jane’s appearance!�� she snapped.
“Well, why did you invite me?��
“To ask you to hold a ball in her honour—at Alverstoke House!�� she disclosed, rushing her fence.
“To do what?”
― Georgette Heyer, Frederica

“The moment my niece came into the world, I realized that logic can't make sense of someone who's so brand new to you.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

“The only thing most of us love about most of our family members is that they are related to us.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“If you do not allow me to come, I shall write to my father."
I gave a sharp breath of laughter. "You think he will sympathize with your desire to go charging into Faerie? I will rise in his esteem for refusing you--- though admittedly this is because his expectations of me are at ground level."
"You don't understand," she said. "I shall write to him to say that you have given me little in the way of supervision, and allow me to wander the mountains at all hours, despite the danger. And then, after I have sent the letter off, I shall follow you into the nexus. And what will happen, do you think, if I do not catch up to you?"
We gazed at each other in silence for a long moment. Ariadne looked pale, and several times she had the appearance of biting back an apology, but she did not apologize. Nor did she drop my gaze.
"You wretched brat," I finally said. "I will tie you to your bed.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Got what?' he asked. If ever I missed my uncle’s dimples, it was now that he didn’t smile at this perfect opportunity to tease his favorite niece and let his dimples show.”
― Rita Williams-Garcia, Gone Crazy in Alabama