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“He casts me a glance, throws a flirtatious wink, and then pulls out a cigarette and slides it to the corner of his lips. As he lights it, he fetches one of the countless tools and tosses it from one hand to the other as if testing its weight. He puts it right back and retrieves another one that looks exactly the same to me, tosses it between his hands again, then inhales the smoke and releases a heavy cloud in the air.”
― Rina Kent, God of Ruin

“Gaz?” I ask, walking toward them. Sure enough, my cousin looks up, his fist clenched in the other man’s shirt. An older man—at least early to mid-thirties—who’s dressed in a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and leather shoes. His dark hair is slicked back and his expression is solemn.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury

“Ghost, Menace, me, Riot, Facts, Glitch, and Kyd make up the middle, and now Monster sulks at the end.”
― Nordika Night, Sick Bargain

“Fucking UK weather, am I right?” I shout.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury