Robert Gill

“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

“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 steer in that direction as Sam says, “No more using the words sex, or come, or porn, or any variation on that theme while you’re in a public place. Use a substitute word instead.” “Like what?” I begin scanning my items. Since nobody’s close enough to see, I go a little faster than a human could. “I don’t know… what about… lamp.” Clearly he’s getting inspiration from his living room décor. “Do you really think me saying ‘I want to lamp him all night long’ is better, Sam?” I ask dryly. “Or ‘I want to lamp in his hair’?”
― Louisa Masters, Hijinks With a Hellhound

“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