Portal

“Because society lied to us. As women, we were told we could have it all, do all the things well every day. But you know what? That’s a crock of shit. ”
― Brittanee Nicole, Mother Faker

“Stories are the architecture of Faerie, more powerful than magic, more powerful than kings.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“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

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