S.L.J. Shortt

“These little discoveries about my blood are coming about as hard and fast as a racehorse kicking me in the nuts and I‟m really starting to get sick of it. I got messed up blood, whoopdedoo! Why don‟t you dump some in a fuel tank and see if it‟ll run a car or maybe give it to a power company and see if they can make a new type of energy from it, I don‟t give a crap! It‟s in me, it ain‟t going anywhere and neither are the vamps that wanna chug it. This is just a slightly different scientific way of saying „I‟m screwed‟”
― S.L.J. Shortt, Blood Heavy

“Freakin’ fairies, you’re too damn small!”
“Dude, you’re a faecist.”
“A what?”
“A fae-racist, you’re a faecist.”
“That’s not even a real word!”
“Patten pending,”
― SLJ Shortt, Ascension

“Cass, I know you’re only trying to help but I will stab you in your face.”
― S.L.J. Shortt, Blood Heavy

“Well, what do you want me to do? Head butt my way through a few inches of steel?!” she snarled.
“Well, that would certainly earn you a cookie!”
― SLJ Shortt, Blood Heavy