The Third Realm (Ten Realms, #3)

by Michael Chatfield

Erik looked right into Matt’s eyes. “Momma Rodriguez has ways, my man. Ain’t no Ten Realms going to stop her from crossing the divide to beat my ass because I got Rugrat hurt. Lady is like a damn tiger, bear, wildebeest Southern saint!”

I have met these women. They are right to be afraid.

“You’re missing out, dude. Bidets—like a god’s sparkly cleaning refreshment of your undercarriage.” There was no change in Erik’s voice; he was completely calm and serious. “What the fuck happened to you as a kid?” “I shit like a fucking king,” Erik said.

This section right here is the reason I reread this books, often.