G.A. Aiken Quotes

Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?

Just...if you notice I'm talking too much or someone seems particularly interested in what I'm asking about, let me know. That's all. Just...have my back."'"Have...back?""Have my back. Simply make sure that I don't put me foot in it.""Foot?"He rolled his eyes. "Gods, you're literal. I mean make sure I don't talk us into a bad situation.""Oh. Step on dick."His eyes widened. "Pardon?""When men do stupid thing...we say they step on dick.""That would imply an impressively sized dick.

Annwyl didn't know or care. She hated the gods, pretty much all of them. But more than gods, she hated humans who did horrible things while proclaiming themselves holy and righteous because of their gods.Yet of all the holy sycophants she'd had to deal with the last few years, Annwyl loathed most of all Priestess Abertha, the sister of Duke Salebiri and the biggest hypocrite Annwyl had ever had the displeasure of meeting... Annwyl liked to call her, Priestess Fucking Abertha

Trying to catch their breath, they lay there for so long that Celyn lost track of time. That is, until Elina noted, "You are still hard inside me."Celyn nodded, then realized she couldn't see that. "Aye," he finally answered."How is that possible?""I am dragon," he answered honestly. "Anything is possible. We're that amazing.

She again patted the ground beside her. "Now come. Sit beside me. I will play with your cock while we eat."Elina hadn't even finished chewing the second bite of her food before the dragon suddenly dove into place next to her. A smile on his handsome face, his eyebrows wiggling in anticipation.He was adorably pathetic."Take care of your horse first, Dolt.""Take care of him?""He cannot spend the all night wearing saddle and equipment.""Aye, but...""I am not going anywhere. My hands will still be here to play with cock when you get back.""Promise?

But you don't have a husband yet?"Elina shook her head, her gaze focused on the stream. "No. I have nothing to entice a man. No raids. No bounty on my head. No one fears me." She looked him in the eyes. "As far as the tribes are concerned, I am nothing.""But you're cute.""I am...cute?""Aye. Cute. In the Southlands, cute can get you a baron and a full staff.

Why are you doing this?”“That’s easy. Because I like you.” He grinned. “I like you a lot.”“Why?”“Because you make me smile.”“You’re Addolgar the Cheerful. Everything makes you smile.”“Not everything. And if I want to like you, Braith of the Darkness, I get to like you. Whether you want me to or not.

Lorcan rubbed his head. “Am I asking too much to want the little bitch dead? Am I?” It seemed Hefaidd-Hen learned long ago not to answer certain questions. “All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That’s all I want.