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Faerie: where it’s only a little weird to realize that my boyfriend is older than the internal combustion engine.
“I do not become romantically involved with plastic people,” said Tybalt dryly.
Seeing my distress, Tybalt smirked, leaned in, and murmured in my ear, “I have a disturbing assortment of leather trousers, thanks to her. I’d be happy to show you, if you like.”
“I am a cat, October. I have a sense of duty, because I am also a man, but no cat can be held down by duty forever. Eventually, we must go where we wish to be, not where we are told.” Tybalt smiled slightly at the expression on my face. “A simple banishment is not enough to see you quit of me, little fish.”
librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.”
I am the sea witch. I am the tide you fear and the turning you can’t deny. I am the sound of the waves running over your bones on the beach, little man, and I am not amused at finding you on my doorstep.”
“Do I need to give that whole ‘sound of the waves running over your bones’ speech again? Because seriously, I can only do fucking terrifying once a day before I get bored and want to go do a crossword puzzle or something.”
“You can be a real dick when you want to,” I said. “Why am I dating you again?” “Leather pants,” he deadpanned.
Tybalt recoiled, horror and shock in his face. “What,” he demanded, “is that?” “It’s a cat,” I said. There was a sign next to the register. “It says her name is Ripley. She’s a Sphinx. They’re hairless cats from Canada. Huh. Who’d have thought hairless cats would come from Canada?” I gave the cat another look. “I wonder if I should get one for Quentin.” “It’s naked,” said Tybalt.
Half the things I’ve accomplished in my life have been because I was too pissed off to realize that they weren’t possible.
“That’s . . . wait . . . what? You’re almost human because someone’s been watching too many damn Bugs Bunny cartoons?”
Be glad I do not leave you horrible poetry on your pillow, wrapped securely around the bodies of dead rats.”
Then the cab door was slamming shut, and the mountain that was Danny McReady was storming toward us through the fog. “Somebody call for a—Oberon’s scrotum, girl, what did you do to yourself this time?”
He raised a forefinger. “A point of order—did you just swear by Oberon’s scrotum?”
There is always a last kiss. Sometimes we’re just lucky enough to know when we may have had it.
Life was one long series of efforts to reach the golden mean, where everything was the way that it was supposed to
Course not. You’re the hero. You’re never supposed to think about your own mental health.”
“Oh, my name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed, my name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed . . .”
“This is stupid,” I muttered. “This isn’t even good stupid. This is Bond villain stupid. This is Willy Wonka stupid. Who keeps a pit full of their personal Kryptonite in their own damn house?
“I’m the one who stole all the peppermint brownies before the Midwinter Festival,” I said, without hesitation.
