Ptolemea

“You…can talk.” She began slowly. “And…and not just basic words either. Like rational spoken words?” “I tend to save my mindless screaming for Tuesdays.” He replied coolly.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon

“Hold on,” he said, pointing to the bottle. “Did you just pull an entire bottle of liquor out of your skirt?” “Yes.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon

“Oh, the troubles I go through for my wife.” A thrill went up my spine at his words. “Am I really? We don’t need to have a ceremony or register with the church?” “Darling, we burned down the church.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon

“Every scratch," he whispered, his tone gentle and comforting. "Every bruise, I will pay back in fire and blood."
I blinked. "Um...that is so sweet but so unnecessary.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon