11 Quotes by Ash Linea Johnson

You knuckle-dragging swamp cunt, stop throwing fireballs at me!” While she didn’t plan to do anything fancy with her hair anytime soon, she would still like it to be on her head and not burnt, thank you very much." - Julian, Deadlocked Desires

Still, she’d met this kind of man before. Nothing she said would change his mind that he was some golden knight, doing the world a service by offing her. To say she detested his type was an understatement on the same level of ‘hell was merely a sauna for the damned to relax in’. - Julian

It’s always destruction mages. I never wind up brawling it out with Auxilio or Divinus, no that’d be too easy. I swear if it weren’t for Vladimir I could honestly say I’d see all of you dead. Luckily for you and the rest of your magic type, he’s great in bed and a great guy outside of it too. It still doesn’t redeem the rest of you idiots but at least there’s hope for better out of some of you. Though aside from him you all make the same mistake when fighting me…so maybe there isn’t.” - Julian

His smile was grating her nerves, but she soothed herself with the knowledge that soon it’d be gone. After all, the dead didn’t make facial expressions, irritating ones or otherwise.

You uppity, arrogant idiots seem to be under the impression I’ve survived this long by some kind of luck, but let me inform you to the truth that not one of you want to admit. I’ve survived through my own skills, the same ones that let me and my so-called ‘useless magic’ bury two blades into your chest before you could cast anything past a pathetic fireball spell.” - Julian

Why couldn’t her enemies die without her having to resort to her knives? She was getting tired of carefully picking all the nooks and crannies on the blades clean anytime she got into a fight…

Looking at the blood still dripping from her arms, she considered her options. Should she walk into the room full of children as she was, blood and other things oozing off of her, potentially scarring them for life?One glance down to the near gutted body at her feet made her decision for her. Nope.

Since she was actively trying not to scar the kids for life, getting rid of the body that could have passed for a morgue's failed dissection was a good step.

Four children, all blonde, stared at her with open fear as they cowered in the corner. A rope tied them to the bedpost like cattle, the sight sparking wrath that she fought to suppress. No scaring the kids more than they already were, she reminded herself. Her ‘resting bitch face’ was bad even without her being in a foul mood. Adding in how stabby she felt at the moment… She was sure she could make an adult piss themselves in fear if she tried.