Midi Lein

“So you're not upset about the fact that I was...tracking you?"
He flashed his dimple at me. "Think we can call a spade a spade. You were stalking me."
I grunted, not agreeing but not denying it either.
"But no." Matty smiled shyly, toying with a button on my shirt. My cock twitched as his fingertip grazed my skin. "I'm not upset about that. Actually, I think it's quite...flattering. Like maybe you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you."
Fuck. I was on dangerous ground here. "You shouldn't look at it that way. It's toxic, red flag behaviour."
His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked up at me from under his lashes.
"Did I ever tell you I'm colour blind?”
― Lark Taylor, Justice

“I glanced at what Dagon was holding and sighed.
"Really? You ripped out his spine?"
Dagon looked down at it like he'd forgotten he was holding it before throwing it behind him. His eyes were returning to normal, the temperature lowering as he got his demon under control. "Well, he was being spineless, so I figured it was an apt way for him to die.”
― Lark Taylor, Luck of the Devil

“[...] I am filled with humanity - so much of it - and yet it doesn't make me more human. I want to feel close to all of you. I don't want to be your god."
"That's good, but not really human of you." She chuckled. "Most of us want to play god for others."
"Do you?"
"No. Not at all. I saw what happened when I played The Sims . I'd be a shit god.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, The Ringmaster

“We live all our lives in cages. Each of us, be we a slave or be we a king, call a prison our home. The prison is that which gives us shelter. It is our society.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, The Puppeteer