Robert Gill

“I can’t fucking believe he wants to organize my dildos. He shrugs. “Okay. If you decide you want them arranged by frequency of use, that’s fine too.” Then, shocking me so much I lose the power of speech, he winks and adds, “I noticed the grip on the demon one is starting to get worn. You might need to replace it. Though, you should know that there’s no substitute for the real thing.”
― Louisa Masters, Demons Do It Better

“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

“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

“That was close,” Andrew says when they’re gone. “I love Sam, but since he stabbed Alistair with that pencil, I’ve been afraid to turn my back to him.” Since he… “I’m sorry, what?”
― Louisa Masters, Sorcerers Always Satisfy