Robert Gill

“A low-key distraction,” I rush to add. “No glitter. Or dildos.” “You’re leaving too much off that list, David,” Sam admonishes, turning to Alistair. “No smoke, bubble, or laser light machines. No flash mobs. No fireworks or explosives of any kind.”
― Louisa Masters, Sorcerers Always Satisfy

“How much coffee has he had today?” I murmur to Noah, who shakes his head vehemently. “We don’t ask those sorts of questions,” he hisses.”
― Louisa Masters, Sorcerers Always Satisfy

“I felt like a peacock. A very unprepared peacock. No. A turkey dressed as a peacock. A turkey that might end up on a dinner table because, once everyone saw through the ruse of it being a peacock, they’d want to eat it. Great. Now I was strangely hungry.”
― F.T. Lukens, So This Is Ever After

“I shoo them, both protesting, toward the door and finally get them out. I shut the door in their faces, engage all the locks and the chain (not that it would do any good if Alistair decided to come back in) and finally lean back against the door in relief.”
― Louisa Masters, Demons Do It Better