Robert Gill

“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

“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

“I guess some things, like stupidity, cross the species barrier.”
― 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