Ceeri Jay

“As for the alien guys…I'm not convinced those red twins weren't dropped on their heads as youngsters, because they don't seem to know shit about survival. But I can't judge. Oh wait, yes I can. That's who I am.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Barbarian Before Christmas

“I am many things, but an exhibitionist is not one of them.” He gestures at a recess down the hall that I’m starting to recognize as a ship door. “This is where our mess is. Come. You can eat and I can tell you all about how I won’t touch you without your permission.” “You keep adding that ‘your permission’ thing,” I point out. He glances down at me, and his eyes are warm, his smile inviting. “That is because, my sweet Fran, I plan on having your permission. Just not today.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Corsair's Captive

“It’s a spur? Your males don’t have one?” “What’s it for?” “Nothing, I imagine. It’s just there, like my tail. Maybe it had a use in the past, but now it’s just here to frighten sweet human females away from putting their mouths on mesakkah males.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Corsair's Captive

“Did I miss her? Like breathing. Have I dreamed of this? Every night.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Barbarian Before Christmas