Portal

“I consider him for a second longer. Nah, he’s a Langfield. Of course she’s interested. We’re magnificent.”
― Brittanee Nicole, Mother Faker

“We've got a dragon."
What the fuck? This man was drunk. Or maybe on drugs. Whatever kind of shit rich people did.
"And we need a dragon slayer." He hung his head, the move causing his suit jacket to pull against his back and shoulders.
"Dude." Miller elbowed him hard in the ribs. "We need a dragon tamer."
Langfield shook his head, but he didn't look up. "A dragon slayer. You can't tame a dragon."
"Semantics, Bossman. We don't want to kill her."
Her?
"I said what I said," Langfield grumbled into his glass.”
― Daphne Elliot, Mother Hater

“He nods, and when a shy grin replaces his normal smirk, I know I’ve officially lost the battle. I’m falling for Beckett Langfield. I broke all the rules and fell in love with my fake husband.”
― Brittanee Nicole, Mother Faker

“Such is the way with librarians, who are almost as unpredictable as the Folk, some minatory and persnickety, others overflowing with warmth towards humanity at large.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales