And why does Father want me out there? You do know it’s a myth what they say about virgin sacrifices and dragons, yes?”“Of course I know that,” he snapped in such a way that Dagmar knew he believed the myth to be true. “And after them three marriages, you ain’tmuch of a virgin yourself, now is ya?”“Those last two barely counted.

— G.A. Aiken

Annual didn't know or care. She hated the gods, pretty much all of them. But more than gods, she hated humans who did horrible things while proclaiming themselves holy and righteous because of their gods. Yet of all the holy sycophants she'd had to deal with the last few years, Annual loathed most of all Priestess Bertha, the sister of Duke Salzburg and the biggest hypocrite Annual had ever had the displeasure of meeting... Annual liked to call her, Priestess Fucking Bertha

— G.A. Aiken

Aren’t you going to hit him?” Either asked.“I don’t feel like it.”“Good gods.” Glendale stood. “This is worse than we thought, Éibhear. Up, brother.” Glendale grabbed Brain’s arm and pulled him to his feet. “There is only one answer for this.”“Which is?”“Drinking and eating. The whoring we will keep until we get you good and drunk.

— G.A. Aiken

Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?

— G.A. Aiken

As he was forced to tell his father more than once, “I said I’d fight for my mother’throne. I never said I’d die for it.” Then he’d add, simply to annoy the old bastard into one of his frothy temper tantrums, “Don’t you think I’m too pretty to die?

— G.A. Aiken

A spy novel?” Dagmar asked. “You two are talking about a spy Nov

— G.A. Aiken

A whore Aileen may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.

— G.A. Aiken

Bastian. My friend.” Uh-oh, this couldn’t be good. “Do you lie to me?”“Uh. . . No.”“See? That’s a lie!

— G.A. Aiken

Berkeley’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.

— G.A. Aiken

But you don't have a husband yet?" Elina shook her head, her gaze focused on the stream. "No. I have nothing to entice a man. No raids. No bounty on my head. No one fears me." She looked him in the eyes. "As far as the tribes are concerned, I am nothing."" But you're cute."" I am...cute?"" Aye. Cute. In the Southlands, cute can get you a baron and a full staff.

— G.A. Aiken