Bambi Fogleman

“Of course you’re single.” He sighed as if defeated. “I am so screwed.” “Why?” He opened both eyes to fix her with a stern glare. “Because you’re hot. That’s why. I know you’re the nanny.”
― Eve Langlais, Killer Daddy

“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

“I’m not a witch, you moron.” I was a siren. Most of the time. “Your song broke me.” I eyed him up and down. “Don’t look broken at all to me.” On the contrary, he appeared, hale, hearty, and much too delicious. “I am broken. This. It wouldn’t work.” He did a karate chop that stopped short of his groin.”
― Eve Langlais, Siren Misfit

“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