Blackthorn

by J.T. Geissinger

“What, you think he doesn’t exist? You think no man would ever ask someone like me to marry him?” “I think a lot of men would want to marry you … if they could get past the alligator-filled moat and the flaming balls of fire raining from the sky and the hail of arrows being shot from the castle walls. But in this particular case, I think you’re just lying.”

If we had a family motto, it would be “Go fuck yourself.”