Metal Mage 12 Quotes

“Wait, you’re not possessed,” I realized. “You’re just trying to kill me.” The man snorted. “You really want those to be your last words?” I cocked a brow.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“Stop!” Aurora laughed as she shoved me away. “You’re not allowed to listen to my speeches anymore.” Then I locked the half-elf under my arm as we headed back up the platform. “But you’re so sexy when you’re rallying the troops,” I murmured against her braids. Aurora blushed as she sent me a glittering smile, but then she stubbornly rolled her eyes. “I thought we were being professional about this,” she muttered. “I’m so professional right now,” I scoffed. “Look at me not grabbing your ass.” “Your hand is inching toward my boob,” Aurora pointed out. I grinned. “But is it there yet?”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“Now, I always enjoyed sketching out new guns for my women, but I’d never had to do it from behind one of them before, and this new approach made it almost impossible to focus on the finer details. It also made it twice as fun, though, and as I tried to keep my hand steady, I kind of wished my middle school teachers could see me now. Then I could prove once and for all that drawing guns instead of working on algebra could absolutely pay off in the long run.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“Do you hear it?” Dragir gasped. “The sound! It is back. It is following me again!” I barely contained my laughter as I noticed Stan and Solana, and they zoomed behind the elf’s head while he turned in circles with wild eyes and bared teeth. Dragir was too fast for the metal dragon, though. “You!” the elf growled when he finally caught sight of Stan. “You little sneak! Get over here! How dare you toy with me!” Solana booked it out of the atrium while Stan desperately slapped her haunches, but Dragir was only inches behind as he threatened to melt both of them down and forge hilts out of them. “Fly, Stan!” I belted out as I tore after the three of them. “Fly, damn it, and don’t look back!”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“Those classy bastards used platinum for me,” I mused. “Gotta love the dwarves. Do you know what these symbols are supposed to be?” “Those are your initials, sir,” the man informed me. “See? M and F.” I squinted, and now I could tell the strange platinum symbols did in fact spell out my initials. “Well, that’s badass, but it’s not exactly appropriate,” I muttered as I looked at the guy. “I mean, you’re not mine, you’re serving the Order of the Elementa at this point.” “Under your leadership,” the man countered. “I guess,” I allowed. Then I smirked. “You know, it could just as easily stand for Mother Fuckers.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“No, you shouldn’t have,” I countered. “If you killed Haragh, I’d have to kill you, and then your House would try to kill me, and I’d have to kill all of them, and things would get messy.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“Flynt Style was blindly deciding to do whatever it took, almost dying, limping my way back to bed, and having enough sex to feel like this was a win. Then gold coins showed up in large wooden chests. But whatever.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“The Master has taken more elves?” Dragir shouted above the clanging of the bells. “Some of the mages we’ve recovered from his hold reported elves being dragged into his fortress,” I replied. “I’d say there’s at least a hundred of them coming this way.” “And they have the audacity to use my own weaponry while serving this shit Master of theirs?” the silver-haired elf exclaimed. Then he shook his head as a murderous grin spread across his face. “Very well. I will get the flail for this one.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“I think my favorite part was when we bought that silly juice to confuse you. I’ve never seen a man so focused on a cup before.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“I didn’t bother clarifying I had a very different stance on the matter, but inside my head, there was a mini Mason Flynt doing snoopy dances over the graves of every bastard I’d gladly kill for the sake of my elven lover. Because Papa Flynt was officially in the house.”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12

“Not too bad,” Dragir replied, and he ran his hand over one of the glaives he’d given me. “My father is stepping down from his position as head of our House, so I will be taking his place very soon.” “No shit?” I asked. “I hope his health isn’t declining again.” “No, he is more energetic than ever,” Dragir informed me with a wry look. “With Deya gone, he seems to have found a new passion in his life. Now, he spends all day behaving like a tyrant. Even the warriors avoid going near him. I suggested he spend some time at the caves by the sea to recollect himself, and he barred me from my own home for opening my mouth. It is of no concern, though. I prefer the caves anyways.” “Shit,” I muttered. “He’s pretty pissed at me then?” “Yes and no.” The elf shrugged”
― Éric Vall, Metal Mage 12