Cell merely snarled and stalked away." You best go to him, sister, and soothe his hurt feelings."" Why should I?"" You know how men are. If you treat them nice and buy them gifts, they will suck your pussy like champion.

— G.A. Aiken

Dagmar tried to stand, and Glendale caught her hand, pulling her back down. "You can't leave me. I'm tortured and brooding. You need to show me how much you adore me, so I can learn to love myself again."" You've never stopped loving yourself."" Because I'm amazing.

— G.A. Aiken

Don't make me cover your face with a pillow until you see my side of things."" Isn't that called murder?

— G.A. Aiken

Either isn’t my friend. He’s kin. A blood relation.”“Which means what exactly?”“To a Cadwaladr, it means that if I have good cause, I could beat the scales off his back and get away with it.

— G.A. Aiken

Explain to me again why we’re at a whorehouse?” Gwenvael sighed around his ale. “Because, my thick-headed brother, if you want information about human men then you go to throne place all human men come too eventually.

— G.A. Aiken

Fearful watched his mate a moment longer. It had been five years since he last saw her. Five years since he last touched her, kissed her, fucked her, saw her smile, told her to calm down, yanked a weapon from her hands before she hurt someone, or stopped her from getting in a pit brawl with her own daughter. It had been too long since he’d done all that, and it was a bit overwhelming to be here now, so close to her after all this time. Annwyl slammed her spear into another Sovereign, then leaned against it, wiping her brow with the back of her hand and looking out over all the bodies she and her troops had left behind. She looked rather proud.

— G.A. Aiken

For it was intelligence that was the thin line between endearing rapscallion and idiot bastard. - Either the Contemptible

— G.A. Aiken

Good gods, female,” Dollar muttered. “What did you do with yourself before I came into your life?”“I lived quietly alone in my cave,” she snapped back. “And I was quite happy there, too.

— G.A. Aiken

Go on,” he offered magnanimously. “Feel free to piss on yourselves and cower helplessly.” Gods, sometimes his generosity overwhelmed him.

— G.A. Aiken

He didn’t even apologize as he sat up, staring down at her. Waste angry? She guessed not when he began to speak to his erection.“I know. I can’t believe she left us like this either. Cruel wench, isn’t she?” After the long, frightening, horrible day she had, this was not remotely how she expected to end it. And, against her will, she smiled.“Look. Now she’s laughing at us.” Desperately fighting a bout of laughter, she ordered, “Stop talking to it.” He shrugged. “Well you won’t talk to him…and he’s feeling awfully lonely. And I think you hurt his feelings.” Then he made it bounce twice in agreement. Talaith covered her face and sighed. What exactly did her mother tell her the seven signs of madness were? Well, a dragon talking to his own shaft had to be one of them.

— G.A. Aiken