Fashionably Fanged Quotes

“We did. “No.” Changing her mind, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes for a moment. “Take your left hand out. Put your right hand in.” “Should we shake it all about?” Gareth asked, bemused. My giggle escaped before I could swallow it. I’d been thinking the exact same thing.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“Put your left hands in.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“Kentucky gets too cold for his fire loving ass.” “I can hear you,” Satan said with an eye roll. “It’s the truth,” Astrid argued in her defense. “You’re a total weenie about the snow.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“If you insist on calling me Uncle Fucker, I’ll start spending every weekend at your abode.” “Fuck,” Ethan groaned. “Quiet,” Astrid hissed under her breath. “He would never do that.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“And Astrid darling, the name is Satan, Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Lucifer or The Great Evil Handsome Devil.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“Verizon doesn’t have a Hell plan.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“GET OUT,” Gareth bellowed as he began ripping at his clothes uncaring that the last of the crew was still exiting. “Close the door behind you. NOW.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“Not anymore,” Gareth whispered so as not to be heard by the Vamps still milling around backstage. “You are now part of my Asian Dominion—new members of the Guardian’s House.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“The truth,” Tiara replied. “You do deserve it and I honor you,” I said quietly, still on my knees. “I also apologize to you.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“Someone with a D name was out on stage droning on about high fashion. Was that actually a cause? Seemed pretty vapid to me.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“Sunny fucking lied,” Tiara growled as her eyes went red and silver and her fangs appeared.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged

“I needed to remember I had shitty taste in men. It was just hard to commit to the mantra when Gareth was staring at me like he would die without me.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Fanged