Vicky Fortier

“When the car finally pulls up, we both take a second to stare, dumbstruck, at the giant wall of flames climbing up the eight-story building. “You said ‘incident’. Oleander, this is not an incident, this is an emergency.” I clear my throat and giggle a little hysterically. “Po-tay-toe, Po-tah-toe, right?”
― J. Bree, Savage Bonds

“Gabe is sitting on the other side of Atlas, nursing a small glass with an antacid in it. His face is still looking a little green as he sips away at the mixture. When I give him a questioning look, he grimaces at me. “The dragon ate too many of the Resistance, and apparently, that doesn't agree with my stomach.”
― J. Bree, Unbroken Bonds

“She hasn’t played a game yet and you’re already throwing her under the bus?” I ask, grabbing the microphone. “Pardon my language, but that’s not going to fucking fly around here. Treat my teammates with respect, or I’ll make sure we remove your press access for the foreseeable future. You can watch games on channel 5, not from the cushy media box, asshat.”
― Chelsea Curto, Face Off

“I was so sure that I would stay firm in my beliefs and keep her out of my head. I was wrong.”
― J. Bree, Tragic Bonds