Lie

“And then, Kell watched with horror as his echo began to unfasten his tunic, one button at a time.
Kell gave a small, strangled laugh. "You've got to be kidding me." Lila only smiled and rolled the stone in her palm as the Kell that wasn't Kell slid slowly, teasingly, out of his tunic and stood there, bare chested. His fingers began to undo the belt at his waist.
"Okay, enough," said Kell. "Dispel it."
She sighed. "You're no fun."
"This isn't fun."
"Maybe not for you," she said with a smirk as the other Kell continued his striptease, sliding the belt from its loops.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

“We have seasonal festivals where men and women can join,” he explained.
Sora felt the conversation take a different turn. She hesitated, wondering if this was truly worth knowing about -but curiosity got the best of her.
“Join...? You mean... make love?”
An odd expression passed over Crash's face. “You could call it that.”
(…) She fidgeted with her staff. “And have you participated in these... festivals...?”
He cast a glance at her. A wry grin curved along the corners of his mouth. He looked at her a little too long, and it made her stomach squirm, her cheeks flush self-consciously. “Several times,” he said. “Would you like more details?”
“Uh, no, I'm fine,” she said briefly. Yes! Her mind admonished. Yes, ask him! No, it would be far too awkward, she could already feel the blush spreading from her cheeks up to her forehead.”
― T.L. Shreffler, Volcrian's Hunt

“When you see a panther opening its jaws you don't get your dick out.”
― C.S. Pacat, Kings Rising

“I am the fire,” Crash whispered. “I am the darkness.” It was a mantra, a prayer, the beginnings of a ritual, a ceremonial killing. He could see recognition on the bandit's face, the spasm of fear.
Crash never broke eye contact. “I am not Death,” he finished the verse. “I am its vessel.”
― T.L. Shreffler, Viper's Creed