Strength (Curse of the Gods, #4)

by Jane Washington

Right, I forgot they didn’t like me to use the domestic labour beasts as a reference point for relationship development.

I can’t possibly imagine why

“But he said that he wasn’t implying anyone would have to die, and then he just said everyone was going to DIE!”

I was thinking about that, Staviti is full of contradictions-and his name sounds like it should be a type of pasta

“My name is Cyrus, and I’ll be running this Academy. Don’t annoy me. Don’t get in my way, and don’t throw any tantrums unless you want your blood to paint the rocks at the base of this mountain. Any questions?”

I do have a soft spot for Cyrus, he needs his own book

“Stop. Doing. Things. That. Give. Me. Chest-pains,” Emmy ordered, each word punctuated by a too-painful squeeze.

I’ve repeated this same phrase many times to my husband-I feel you Emmy

He stopped about ten feet from us, his black robes swinging gently in the breeze. I found myself examining him closely, imprinting his face in my mind. Crowe wasn’t at all like I had imagined him … though I really had no idea what I had expected.

Any version of the god of death I automatically love. Hades, Anubis, Pluto, Thanatos… just gimme all of them

“There is nothing to tell him,” he said. “I know nothing.” Then he swished his cloak over his shoulder and spun to leave.

Omg thats like his edgy hair flip, I can just imagine the sass he delivered with that swish of his cloak. Icon

You had enough ‘intimate protocol’ in your dweller life, you don’t need any more of it.”

I think I might just start calling spicy time intimate protocol now

Maybe it was the stress over my mother, or the possibility that Staviti might have followed us out of Topia—that he might have allowed us to take the chains into Minatsol only to sneak after us and steal them back. Or maybe I just didn’t like being called a ‘dweller slut’.

She has been way more calm than I would have been being addressed solely as dweller slut by those bitches

There she stood: purple-haired, red-eyed, with a penis protruding from her forehead. A real, live penis.

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH If i had the power to turn someone’s head into a dick, it would be over for EVERYONE. No one would be safe

“You mean you ... you ... manifested a cock, and it isn’t even one of ours?” Coen’s tone was hard, almost pissed-off.

All dicks look the same Coen

Neuter, I thought, my face scrunching up in concentration. Neuter her face.

This whole penis head bit has honestly been the best part of the series so far, and I have genuinely begun to really like it so thats saying something

“Just strap her down or something, she always liked that in her human life.”

Oh Donald, you kinky bastard