Extraits

“Are you not having anything?" Laith was watching her as he piled two cubes of sugar into his cup and fed a third to his cat.

"I have very refined tastes," Arthie said.

"You're a snob, you mean."

"Better a snob than someone mistaking sugar for flavor," she replied.

A slow smirk curled the side of his mouth, and he made sure she was looking when he added a third cube into his cup, stirring it thoroughly before meeting her eyes and dropping in a fourth.

"Can't blame me for needing a way to work with something so bitter.”

― Hafsah Faizal, A Tempest of Tea

“It was hard not to watch Arthie Casimir. The way she worked and schemed, at times as still as stone, other times as restless as a bee. For the most part, Arthie obscured her femininity. She was, after all, a girl in a man’s world, but it snuck through every once in a while. When she turned a certain way. When she lit up at Jin’s words or countered Matteo’s provocations or slid a glance at Laith. When the waves of her hair caught the light, illuminating the copper of her skin and making her gaze come alive with mischief.”

― Hafsah Faizal, A Tempest of Tea

“It's tea time, Scoundrels!”

“Why save the world when you can have tea?!”