Aly

“Trevelyan wanted to start off on the right nefarious foot, rounding up possible dissenters and renaming public buildings after himself, but his mate wasn’t allowing it.”
― Cassandra Gannon, Happily Ever Witch

“My God.”  He whispered, his gaze riveted on her smile.  “I can’t stop him, if you look at me like that.  We like it when you’re happy.” 
The mix of pronouns was working for her.  It was like something uncivilized and otherworldly had her in his/their sights.
“You can’t stop me, at all.”  She backed towards the door. “But give me a thirty second head start.”
“What?”  Trevelyan’s whole body jerked, finally processing what she planned to do.  “No!  Dragons are hunters.  Whatever you do, don’t run.”
Esmeralda took off running.
“Ez!”  It was literally a roar.”
― Cassandra Gannon, Happily Ever Witch

“Esmeralda wrinkled her nose, realizing what her big transmogrifying spell had actually done. Trevelyan scented the fumes.  “Smog?”  His brow furrowed, piecing it together.  “Log.  Hog.  Grog.  …Smog.”
“But still not a single frog.”  She muttered.
His mouth curved, as he finally recognized what was happening with the rhymes.  Something glinted deep in his eyes.  Some kind of spark.  “Regardless, the army was soundly defeated… as if you’d wielded a flog.”  He offered in false commiseration.
“Oh, shut up.”
“Why, it was a spell worthy of any blog.  Everyone watching was agog!”
“Shut up, Trev.”
― Cassandra Gannon, Happily Ever Witch

“What had he ever done to deserve this kind of misery? …Besides everything he’d ever done.”
― Cassandra Gannon, Happily Ever Witch