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“How do you know these things?�� Taha shouts, “Brain? Mind? Guts? Soul? You said you’ll teach me!”
― Misba, The High Auction

“That’s rude!�� Kusha almost shouts. “Breaking privacy is—��

“—an offense of manner?�� Taha finishes Kusha’s line. “Saw them three years ago.�� She shrugs. “You were a bitch back then.��

“I �� I didn’t talk enough to be a �� a bitch.�� Kusha holds back eye-rolling. Eye-rolling is rude.

“Well. Not-talking-enough equals bitch.��

Sometimes, it’s hard not to slap Taha. But such desire is way more than just rude.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Who cares?�� Taha says. “The war left fifty years ago. It’ll never come again.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Meera ordered Taha to train for two hours. It still isn’t two hours. Kusha wonders if she’s being a bad sister.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“You don’t have to lie!�� she says. “If I had a hundred percent correct intuition, I’d be showing it off on stage!”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Angry about being angry, aren’t you?�� Taha smirks, still leaping.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Hello, Atheer," he calls, moving the arrow’s target over. "I’ve come a long way to find you."
"Hope I don’t disappoint,�� my brother replies.
“I had low expectations.”
― Maiya Ibrahim, Spice Road

“If you refuse, I will drive this blade through Taha’s heart.�� I glance back at Taha. “But take comfort. You have little use for it anyway.”
― Maiya Ibrahim, Spice Road