The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

"Master has given Faris a sock. Faris is a free mage!" he said, in a surprisingly spot-on impression.

‘Finally, a steed worthy of a warrior! Guard your baguettes, messieurs!’ Napoleon screamed and I laughed.

"Normal is boring. Why be like everybody else when you can be yourself?"

“I don’t think we should reveal that Fischer is alive. Or that Faris pulled a Pinocchio and is now a real boy,”

"Son of a crusty ballsack!"

"I think it's a pretty good name, honestly. Probably the second best one I've ever been called," he told her conspiratorially. "What's the best one then?" Annie questioned, her brown eyes sparkling. "Ah, well, that'd be Dad." Khol winked at her and Miranda squeezed my upper arm. "I'll see you ladies around." With that, he stalked off to the back of the shop. Holy shit. Dad's got game. "Oh. My. Gods." Miranda practically squealed. "Get out of here before you embarrass yourself, woman."

he’s talking about being called scruffy by his girl’s daughter

"You want to play Risk, the game of World Domination, with six highly trained mercenaries?" Fish laughed. "And don't forget Napoleon. He's always got world domination on his mind,"