Fire of Stars and Dragons

I’d say Hades will convert the Underworld into an ice skating rink before the king has a personality makeover.

Cait’s lips are on mine, hard, insistent, hands fisting my hair, and she’s taking control, grinding her body to mine, finding ways to pleasure herself with my body. I am a willing slave to her desires, no intention of fighting her punishment for my resistance in accepting her love.

Wealth means nothing if you believe such a life affords you the right to pity, Caitie. It affords us great responsibility.

Bunny rabbits may not look like New York City sewer rats, but they’re still rodents.

There are times, Cait, we must do what we do not like. Complaints are for the weak-willed. True strength prevails regardless the situation.