Rilia

“I considered sex work, but then I bent over and looked at my asshole in a mirror. Nobody was going to pay me for access to that thing.”
― Jeremy Robert Johnson, Skullcrack City

“You’ve one mark on your record,” Tamas said. “You once punched a na-baron in the face. Broke his jaw. Tell me about that.”
Olem grimaced. “Officially, sir, I was pushing him out of the way of a runaway carriage. Saved his life. Half my company saw it.”
“With your fist?”
“Aye.”
“And unofficially?”
“The man was a git. He shot my dog because it startled his horse.”
“And if I ever have cause to shoot your dog?”
“I’ll punch you in the face.”
“Fair enough. You have the job.”
― Brian McClellan, Promise of Blood

“Damn you!” she seethed. “I spent days hunting to get this poison and earning enough gold to buy these daggers. Now youtell me it’s over? It’s bloody hell not over. I demand a rematch!”
“Sure, by all means.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “You’ll rematch?”
“No.” I winked at her. “But feel free to demand one.”
― Shemer Kuznits, EvP [Environment vs. Player]

“In my country, they call hurricanes typhoons. If you are at peace with yourself in your center”—he tapped his heart with his spread fingers—“then you can stand on a beach during a typhoon and it will only rustle your hair. If you have any.” He winked at her. “If you are not at peace, then the typhoon will blow you away.”
― Jeff Wheeler, Storm Glass