Midi Lein

“[...] 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

“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

“A hand settled on her shoulder. "It's so easy to convince mortals that what they've seen is false. They'd rather ignore the impossible than rethink their understanding of reality. Isn't that true, Cora dear?”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, The Contortionist

“Sloane made way for none other than Sullivan Stoker to walk in, who immediately made a face when he saw the bloody mess. He stepped around the bits on the floor as best as he could to go check on Will. [...]
"Where is Marbles?" Stoker asked impatiently.
"Oh, he's here." Ollie glanced around the ceiling.
"And there. And over there—”
― K.L. Hiers, Our Shellfish Desires