Aurelia Murphy

“Hey, kids, get therapy because you might create tiny bat children in your mid-twenties if you don’t.”
― Camilla Evergreen, Falling in Love with the Moth Faerie Prince

“Do you ever get bored?”
“I read.”
“You never want to...” He bonks his forehead gently against mine – something I thought I thought Lord Keres to do. “... experience what you read?”
I snap my teeth at him. “Back off with your frivolous displays of affection. They shan’t fool me.” I’ve just decided YA vampire novels should be outlawed. Honestly. What kind of message do authors think they’re sending to impressionable teenagers? Boundaries are a suggestion? You can still fall for a guy who wants to eat you?
Story gods have mercy.”
― Camilla Evergreen, Falling in Love with My Vampire Cat

“brittle bones for my soup.” She pokes me in the arm, loses her good host expression, and scrunches her nose. “I bet you’d be too sinewy. Chewy. Will need to slow cook. Mm, yes. No charring for you. ’Twould be a waste.”
― Camilla Evergreen, Hating the Cinnamon Roll CEO

“Now, remember, kids. Do drugs; stay in cults.”
― Camilla Evergreen, Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares