Martina

“Right now, I’m dirt poor, but one day, I’m not gonna be. I will fight to make something better of myself, to be someone better. Someone you can be proud of. If you need time, then I’ll give you time. If you need friendship, then I’ll give you friendship. But you’re mine, and when the time is right, when you’re ready, I’m coming for you.”
― R.J. Prescott, The Hurricane

“I just don’t understand our brother. A human.” Briec gave a great sigh, causing Gwenvael to roll his eyes in annoyance.
“You don’t know anything, Briec. She’s different.”
“Don’t you really mean crazed, baby brother?”
Gwenvael saw Morfyd’s white scales swooping toward them. He stood up. Both he and Briec were already in human form and dressed.
“You’re just mad she slapped you around.” Gwenvael looked at his brother. “Like a bitch.”
Briec stood up. Slightly taller than Gwenvael, but still shorter than Fearghus, he tended to be just as much fun to torture as their older sibling. “I let her hit me.”
“You had to. Otherwise she would have killed you where you stood.”
― G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually

“Why are you being loud? Is it fun being so loud, this early in the morning? Do you know what happens to loud morning people? They die. They die horrible deaths, mutilated in their sleep and are then buried with their balls in their loud fucking mouths.”
― Alanea Alder, My Commander

“When you die, the only things you leave behind are memories in the minds of those who loved you. That was how you lived on.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Dead