A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #2)

by K.F. Breene

They’re males. They get confused which head is for thinking and do stupid shit. As females, we need to set them right.

“You are a vagine-ah,” Cecil told him. “I wish I were, I’ll tell you that much. I wouldn’t fear the demons then. I’d get bloody and be like—come at me! I can do this for days, no problem. Bleeding does not mean I’m dying; it means I’m readying to duplicate and come at you with an army!”

She said that there was a book for every single moment, and she was not satisfied until she had found it.”

Maybe I should’ve been worried about the guy, but ink before kink. The books were the priority.

“Give a smart woman a library and then stand back,”