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“Stephanie wasn’t one for getting chatty after sex, or before, for that matter. Silent, disposable partners were kind of her sweet spot. But she’d often found the male of the species did not get the value of quiet time. They were all - that was amazing. You are amazing. That thing you did with your leg? above your head? amazing. When can I see you again? Let me give you my digits. Hey, why are you just walking away?”
― Jane Cousins, What's Up, Buttercup?

“Killing the Demon right now? What would she do with a decomposing Demon corpse stinking up the place, his blood ruining the carpets? Sure, she could use the fridge to store the corpse, but what about all the food? 
Until she found a way out of this hell hole, the Demon would have to remain breathing. Damn it.
“I’m Galen by the way. Galen Darvyn.”
And now she knew what name to carve on his tombstone, handy.”
― Jane Cousins, What's Up, Buttercup?

“Stephanie had never had to put any real effort into seducing a man before, but she had faith in her innate abilities. She was a highly trained Valkyrie; they didn’t know how to fail. No doubt when faced with even a small fraction of her effort, Galen would fold immediately. Just like a Jokaltist Demon when you punctured their throat sac.”
― Jane Cousins, What's Up, Buttercup?

“Wildlife mojo?” Copper queried with dry amusement, taking another sip of the excellent champagne.
“Oh, excuse me, Feral Forest Queen, do you have a special name for what you do? Does it have mud anywhere in the title?”
― Jane Cousins, To Goad A Goddess