Deeze

“The night candle on the bedside table burst into spontaneous flame. The golden glow revealed a creature whose pale white skin was marked with dark blue swirls, like some barbarian war paint. Fins jutted from her arms and legs, and the claws tipping fingers and toes clung to the house’s woodsiding. A host of slender tendrils squirmed around her face in place of hair, and her grin revealed row after row of shark’s teeth.

Oh, thank heavens. Nothing to be afraid of after all”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Undertow

“He huffs. “Well, because of
Phillip. Oh, I’m sorry.” He puts his hand over his mouth. “Was I not allowed to
say his name?”

“He’s not Voldemort,” I mutter,
and Asa laughs,”
― Lily Morton, Deal Maker

“I prefer the Duck
and Grouse further up the high street, but Gary’s not a fan,
probably because they have Sky Sports and he almost choked
on the olive in his martini one time when England scored a
goal and the place erupted into cheers.
I keep telling him, it’s not like there’s much danger of it
being repeated,”
― J.L. Merrow, Lock Nut

“I love you, Chaz. But
if you don't stop the facial examination of your rectum, I'm gonna kick your ass.”
― KevaD, Back in the Closet