Noetical

“Nothing drives home a win more absolutely for the Sanctuary than a severed head delivered in a Hello Kitty box, topped with a big gingham bow.”
― Jane Cousins, To Handle A Hellcat

“When one door closes, use dynamite and bring the whole fucking building down on the bastards’ heads.”
― Jane Cousins, To Kiss A Kringle

“...delayed gratification? “Is that where I tie you to the bed, go out and kill a platoon of ogres before returning to have my wicked way with you?”
“Sounds like we have our first anniversary plans already locked and loaded.”
― Jane Cousins, What's Up, Buttercup?

“Hey.”  Erik was now eye level with Cara’s breasts and thoroughly enjoying the view.  Maybe he should try and strike up a conversation.  “Come here often?”
“Are you talking to my breasts again?”  Cara huffed in exasperation.
“Oh… do that again, the huffing thing.”
Cara grabbed a fistful of the hair on his clearly undamaged head and yanked so Erik was forced to sit up and make actual eye contact with her.  “I can’t tell if you’re brain damaged or if you’ve always been like this. ”
― Jane Cousins, To Date A Disaster