Bambi Fogleman

“I whirled and grabbed my saltwater basin by the couch—for evening foot dips while Netflix binging. I slid that sloshing bucket under his foot as he stomped in my direction. When he looked down at it incredulously and said, “What is that?” I dropped a lamp into it.”
― Eve Langlais, Siren Misfit

“The power burned through him, burned away all pretense, all the dark corners. Even the bespelled ones. Everything burned away, all the cobwebs hiding his secrets. He remembered it all. His mother. The fighting. Even attacking his wife. “How is it you manage to always forgive me?” he said. In that moment of closeness, she didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I love you.”
― Eve Langlais, Hell's King

“You misunderstand,” Mina stated. “PISS stands for the Protection of Indigene Slow Societies.” “Which often gets confused with PISS OFF, the Pretentious Ideologist Secretive Society of Pompous Heirs,” Cyborg dude added. “Are PISS OPH still around?” Mina asked. “Don’t know. It’s a secret,” he said with a shrug.”
― Eve Langlais, Steampunk Cyborg

“me. I swear, if I hear one more time how Muriel saved fucking Hell, I’m gonna go postal.” “It’s not her fault she’s the one your dad calls.” “I’ll blame her if I damn well want to.” “Fine, blame your half-sister for things she doesn’t control. What I’d like to know is why you’re ignoring Bambi, too. She called again.” “Did you tell her I was busy?” “I told her you were whacking off in the garage because you’re an oversexed perv like your dad.”
― Eve Langlais, Hell's King