You could paint yourself in blood and wear leaves in your hair, and I would deny you nothing as long as you came to me when I asked.”He looked at her, piercingly.“You’d look pretty with leaves in your hair.”“What about the Council?”“Leaves aren’t part of the uniform, I’m afraid.” He nipped at her ear. “Though they do like to rest on their laurels.

Oh my God.”“Why? Are you going to worship me, little seer?” He let his arm drape possessively over her hip. “You know, I bet I could give you visions if I kissed you hard enough,” he added wickedly.

She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock's locker room bitch.

Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.

Manners,” I say. “It ain't polite to taste people. Shit.

I'm more than a few neurons shy of a synapse right now, and it feels absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.

Well blow me down with a solar flare.

What happened out there?”“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”“A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

I'm sorry I missed the meeting and hurt your little feely-weels okay?