Em Taylor

“Yep,” Merle said and then turned to Cletus. “Just like I toldya, Cletus, our accents and outfits mark us as dumb. If Einstein had been from Arkansas, we’d still be relying on Newtonian physics for everything.” “Ain’t that the truth?”
― John P. Logsdon, Grave Creatures

“Ah, Chu…” I said, shaking my head sadly. “Bless you,” Alex offered politely.”
― Shayne Silvers, Nine Souls

“am Lucifer,” he started. “A few things. I’m not a suave, womanizing nightclub owner. I’m not evil. I’m not the Prince of Darkness. I have never met God, or an angel, or demons. I’ve never been to hell. I have no idea if heaven and hell are real. I am not the Prince of Lies. My last name isn’t Morningstar. I am not a dragon. I have not once accepted souls from someone at a crossroad in exchange for anything. Ever. I do not know anyone with the surname of Winchester. I am not the devil, or Crowley, or Satan, or any of the other dozen or so names that person possesses.” “Well, that summed up a lot of my questions,” Sky said. “And all sarcastic questions, too.”
― Steve McHugh, Scorched Shadows

“And if you’re wrong?” Fiona asked. “We waste an hour and know I was wrong. I’ll even let you sing a song about how wrong I was.” He paused and held Fiona’s gaze. “I’m not, though.”
― Steve McHugh, Scorched Shadows