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Susan  Rowland
“She stabbed the earth with her big fork as if she could make Cookie Mac’s blood sprout from it.”
Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

Marissa Meyer
“Finally, Cinder gulped. "I'm sorry I had to --" She gestured at the unconscious wedding coordinator, then waved her hand like shaking it off. "But she'll be fine, I swear. Maybe a little nauseous when she comes to, but otherwise...And your android...Nainsi, right? I had to disable her. And her backup processor. But any mechanic can return her to defaults in about six seconds, so..." She rubbed anxiously at her wrist. "Oh, and we ran into your captain of the guard in the hallway, and a few other guards, and I may have scared him and he's, um, unconscious. Also. But, really, they'll all be fine. I swear." Her lips twitched into a brief, nervous smile. "Um...hello, again. By the way.”
Marissa Meyer, Cress

Mike  Martin
“You speak rabbit?â€� asked Princess Sophie.
“Of course,â€� said Lady Ariana. “And cat, dog, mouse, pig, and chicken. Fish, too. I am a magician, after all.”
Mike Martin, Princess Sophie and the Christmas Elixir

Jody    Summers
“Yeah, you almost got yourself killed, you idiot,â€� she said smiling. She
was well aware of his daredevil tendencies and to the extent possible,
comfortable with them.
“No, it was something stranger than that. When I was underwater,
my life did flash before my eyes. You know, just like everyone says it
does. But there was . . . something else . . . something that wasn’t part
of my life. It was like it was stuck right there at the end, just before I
popped to the surface, and I can’t imagine what it was.�
Val slowly turned her head back toward the road then asked, “Well,
what was it you saw?”
Jody Summers, The Mayan Legacy

K.  Ritz
“This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

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