Tempest's Legacy

Come hell or high water, I will separate you from your man-business. I don't care how, or if you kill me. If it means me, dead, holding your junk, I'll take your junk. Got that?

The thing is, Iris, I've never liked the idea of compromise. In films and in stories people who love each other — really love each other — make horrendous sacrifices. They give kidneys they move across the world they die. Or become the undead because you know I like that sort of book. Basically the heroine's lover calls and she answers. Which is stupid. You know why ” Iris shook her head. “Because he's always fucking calling.

I swear to the gods that if you answer one more of my questions with a question, I am going to go all Tyson and bite your damned ear off...

They were paragons of conservative propriety in public, but in private they swung like pinatas.

If I pee my pants I am going to be so pissed.

Did you take your sassy pills tonight, Jules?” “Seriously, Jane. I will cut a bitch.” “Where did you even learn that expression? Have you been watching RuPaul’s Drag Race again?

Ryu was being more than a little dramatic, but drama and Ryu went together like cheese and… Well, cheese goes with everything.

Besides, there’s no issue. Not yet, at least. Ryu’s in Boston; I’m in Rockabill; Anyan is in absentia. So I’ll just keep ignoring everything till I get walloped with it. Then I’ll panic and run to you.

Somewhere squidgy. Your belly, maybe?” “I can’t believe you called my belly ‘squidgy.’ It’s not squidgy, it’s pillowy. And sexy!

I wanted to pull out his toenails and poke them in his eyeballs.

I was with you right up until you said, ‘Bring the pain.’ I’ve only ever brought cookies, or the occasional casserole.

I just think you should concentrate more on what you are good at, and the strengths you already have, instead of worrying about changing yourself into something you’re not.