San

“I’m glad you think that murder is bad because of how someone can use it against you,”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“Heyyy,” I said with a wave. “What. Is. Up.”
“Hey, he says,” Gary snapped, flipping his mane prettily. “Can you believe this? You raise a child most of his life, watch him go through painful years of puberty to become a reasonably attractive man, only to find him negotiating kink contracts with a leather Dom and saying hey.” He sniffled. “I’ve never been more proud of anything in my life.”
Tiggy frowned. “Sam a pain slut?”
“I highly doubt that, kitten. You know how he gets when he stubs a toe. He doesn’t pop a boner, that’s for sure.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing?” the knight asked, cocking a devastatingly unfair eyebrow.”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“Everything dies, Sam,” Zero said lightly. “It’s the price we pay for being alive.”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“Sam.” Only he could say my name with so much exasperation and fondness all at the same time. It was really quite remarkable.
“I might have written an ode to his penis in iambic pentameter that goes on for forty-seven stanzas,” I admitted. “I feel better now that I’ve said that out loud.”
“Of course you did.” Morgan sighed.
“Did you know that penis doesn’t rhyme with as many things as one might think? That was a lesson I learned far too late.”
“Oddly enough, I don’t spend time trying to rhyme words with penis.”
“Wow,” I said. “You put a lot of disdain in such a short sentence. I wish I could do that.”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons