Jan Kinder

“Well…” Steve contemplated, taking her question seriously. “The blow up dolls could very easily be dressed in normal clothes and called plain ole’ dolls.” Lucian and Tara bent over each other, unable to breathe while Steve continued, oblivious. “For the god-awful gaping hole on its face we could… maybe fill with candy or… each could have a special message saying they’re so happy and excited to finally have a little girl to belong to and call their own. A sister.” Lucian kicked his feet and rocked in fits, his sides hurting now. “Oh my God,” Tara squeaked. “Candy!” She held on to Lucian and peeped, “She’s so happy!”
― Lucian Bane, White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning

“a she-demon with a tunnel to Hades between her ever-scissoring legs? You had better staff a priest, my friend. A satanic priest.” Lucian fell to the floor now, kicking and holding his stomach. “Stop!” he begged, sobbing. “Stop, no more.”
― Lucian Bane, White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning

“You misunderstand, Mr. Poe,” the man said, shaking his amazed head at him. “I,” he placed his hand on his chest, at which point Poe noted was unclothed beneath the coat, “do not need her love.” He held that same hand out to her. “I merely needed her… to be loved.” Poe”
― Lucian Bane, Seven Sons of Zion

“Tell me you're real,” she whispered into his neck. He lifted his head to meet her eyes and kissed her lightly and smiled at her, letting out the first contented sigh in a long time. “This is the most real thing I have ever done,” he murmured. Chapter”
― Mason Sabre, Cade