Azrel

“ “No, Oberon, stakes, as in a wooden stake you drive into the ground. It’s a homophone.” “And you’ve been so patient too.”
― Kevin Hearne, Besieged

“Ghastek, why haven’t you married?” I asked.
He gave me a thin-lipped smile. “Because if I were to get married, I would want to have a family. To me, marriage means children.”
“So what’s the problem? Shooting blanks?”
Desandra asked.
Kill me.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“ Oberon asked me. After my bathtime story, he wanted to be the Genghis Khan of dogs. He wanted a harem full of French poodles, all of whom were named either Fifi or Bambi. It was an amusing habit of his: Oberon had, in the past, wanted to be Vlad the Impaler, Joan of Arc, Bertrand Russell, and any other historical figure I had recently told him about while he was getting a thorough cleansing. His Liberace period had been particularly good for my soul: You haven’t lived until you’ve seen an Irish wolfhound parading around in rhinestone-studded gold lamé.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hounded

“ Oberon asked. No, Oberon, I told him via our mental link. You’re only the second companion I’ve done that with. Some people—and some creatures—don’t handle long lives very well. It changes them for the worse. But you just keep getting better, buddy. I briefly glanced at the slobbery hunk of beef underneath Oberon’s paw. No thanks; I’m full. I’ll tell you some other night, okay? It’s a story in itself.”
― Kevin Hearne, Besieged