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

by T.J. Klune

“What they doing?” Tiggy asked. “Well,” Gary said. “When a knight finally pulls his head out of his ass at the last possible moment obviously staged for dramatic purposes and admits that he loves a wizard’s apprentice, they go into their room and do a special hug that—” “Butt sex,” Tiggy said.

stop calling it my fucking flower. I am not some fair maiden being wooed. I am a fucking wizard’s apprentice about to have hardcore gay sex. I am a motherfucking man.”

If you hurt him, Tiggy and I will tear you to pieces and bathe in your blood. Your soul will be torn from your body and we’ll trap it in an enchanted urn. I will then light the urn on fire and Kevin will eat it. Soon, you would be nothing but a pile of dragon shit. Are we clear?”

“I’ll be honest. I’m pretty sure I want to write sonnets about your dick.”

“I’m going to awkward hug the fuck out of you,”

we were curled around each other, sweat and spunk drying on our skin. It was actually really disgusting, but I couldn’t find it in me to give a fuck. Especially since Ryan’s legs were tangled in my own, his soft cock resting on my thigh. It spoke of intimacy, even if I was starting to get itchy.

“You waited until your wedding to someone else to announce your feelings for me.” “Dammit,” he said. “I am never going to win an argument because of that.” “Never.”

you don’t have to do anything more. I don’t need to love you for all the things you could be. I already love you for all the things you are.