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“I'm pregnant," I blurt.
He stares at me. "With a baby."
I slap his chest. "No, with a fucking roasted chicken. Yes, with a baby!”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“Then again, Aron doesn't seem all that concerned so that must be normal.
Then again, Aron doesn't know how to work a door.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“Frustrated, I glare up at my captor, but he just grins down at me as if I'm the most adorable little runaway slave he's ever seen, no doubt mentally counting money in his head. I hate this guy.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“We require supplies," Aron tells them imperiously. "Food and drink for travel. A mount. And my consort needs a bath."
"Dude, are you going to tell everyone we meet that I need a bath? You're going to give me a complex." I make a face at his back.
"I will until you stop smelling"
"I don't smell," I tell him, lifting my sleeve to my nose and inhaling. "I...oh god, okay, I still smell like sewer." Bile rises in my throat and I choke, waving a hand in the air. "Never mind.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God