“Nothing, sir,” Miles said hastily. “Nothing at all.” Leaping up and screaming, Stop, stop, you’re all eating hideous bug stuff! to his high-powered guests, would be . . . startling. Bug vomit wasn’t, after all, poisonous. If nobody told them, they’d never know.… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“I want you focused on what we have to do tomorrow night. After that, you’ll get all the information you want.” “Really?” asked Nina, tugging at her corset. Pollen from one of the irises had scattered over her bare shoulder.… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
