The Lightning-Struck Heart (Tales From Verania, #1)

by T.J. Klune

“These are very confusing times,” I said. “No shit,” he muttered. “No cursing,” I scolded him. “You’re a knight. You don’t get to do that. You gave up that right when you swore your oath to the King. You have to lead by example now. So say stuff like ‘fudge toast’ and ‘mothercrackers’ instead of ‘shit whore’ and ‘fuck storm.’” “I can assure you I have never felt the need to say shit whore or fuck storm in my life,” he said. I gaped at him. “But you just did. There are little girls in your fan clubs! They are young and impressionable.” And they could be very mean, I knew from the eight times I’d gone to the meetings. Well, one of them was mean, anyway. She told me that I obviously knew nothing about Ryan Foxheart because his favorite color was burgundy and he one day dreamed of owning a sheep farm. Her name was Tina and she was a bitch, and I hated her stupid face. His favorite color was scarlet, and he wanted to open a bakery. (Really, none of that was true. It was just the sort of things we discussed in the meetings.)