HanakaLu

“You’re a talking unicorn,” I said. “Sometimes when you poop, it comes out as rainbows and smells like cookies. There is nothing subtle about you.”
― T.J. Klune, The Lightning-Struck Heart

“The underworld was real, and right there under Washington, DC.”
― Sam Burns, Prince of Death

“Gods weren’t known for their temperance or discretion, but Lysandros could wait more than a couple of weeks to make proclamations of his undying affection. In the meanwhile, he’d put on display all that he had to offer, and he had quite a large collection of books.”
― Sam Burns, Prince of Death

“They totally believed you,” he said, ignoring me. “I’ve never gotten them to go away like that. I always end up having to—”
“We’re leaving, come on.”
Instant scowl. “No, no, no, I’m about to get laid.”
“Is that right?”
He pointed at me. “You kissed me back.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I did. I shouldn’t have, but I did.”
“Yes, you certainly should have. You need to wrap your brain around being both protective and possessive.”
“Do I?”
He nodded. “Yes. And I have faith in you. I think you’re a multitasker. I could tell that about you right away.”
“You could, could you?”
“Uh-huh. And I say you can take care of me and have me all at the same time.”
Jesus, he was a handful.”
― Mary Calmes, A Day Makes