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

“When a member of the community and a human procreate (it is possible, though even more difficult than for the community in general, and they already have a low fertility rate), the baby is never human. The other species always breeds true—and I don’t just mean that the child inherits those traits. There is no human genetic matter at all. All the research I’ve read seems to indicate that it’s a result of magic—that since community population is so much lower than human, it’s magic’s way of ensuring the other species aren’t bred out of existence.”
― Louisa Masters, Demons Do It Better

“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

“Hugs are amazing. A genuine hug from a friend has the kind of power no mage will ever be able to harness.”
― Louisa Masters, Grave Situation