Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.

— G.A. Aiken

Just...if you notice I'm talking too much or someone seems particularly interested in what I'm asking about, let me know. That's all. Just...have my back."'" Have...back?"" Have my back. Simply make sure that I don't put me foot in it."" Foot?" He rolled his eyes. "Gods, you're literal. I mean make sure I don't talk us into a bad situation."" Oh. Step on dick." His eyes widened. "Pardon?"" When men do stupid thing...we say they step on dick."" That would imply an impressively sized dick.

— G.A. Aiken

Like Mum and that bastard.” “You mean The?”“Call him what you like.

— G.A. Aiken

Local rubbed his head. “Am I asking too much to want the little bitch dead? Am I?” It seemed Defied-Hen learned long ago not to answer certain questions. “All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That’s all I want.

— G.A. Aiken

Morphed’s care. As she walked out of the cave she passed Annual walking in. The girl had her swords in one hand. The other hand held her ripped shirt and bindings over her ample breasts. Her brows angled down into a dark frown, and she wouldn’t even look at Morphed as she passed.“How did that talk go then?” Morphed called over her shoulder.“Shut. Up.” Morfyd laughed as she advanced into the glen toward the clearing where she could take off. She rounded a corner and came upon her brother, his chain mail shirt and sword in his big hand, heading toward the hidden entrance of his cave. She watched him as he passed, and she noticed the long scratches across his back.“How did that talk go then?” Morphed called over her shoulder.“Shut. Up.” Morfyd shook her head. If love always made you this pathetic, she wanted nothing to do with it.

— G.A. Aiken

My father helped you with that. . That thing you do?” “Yes. Your father helped me with that peacemaking thing I do that keeps you happily killing for a living.

— G.A. Aiken

No one referred toFearghus the Destroyer as the life of anyone’s party.

— G.A. Aiken

Nothing hurts me, Low Born. Absolutely nothing.”“How is that possible?” And for some reason he sounded as if he truly cared about her answer.“When you stop feeling anything, you find it quite possible.

— G.A. Aiken

Now if you gentlemen,” she looked at Brain, “and whatever you are, will excuse me.

— G.A. Aiken

Now”—she leaned in a bit—“would you like to go flying with Grandma before we take you home, so you can watch her toss cows around for no other reason than her own amusement?”“Sounds unnecessarily cruel.”“Exactly!” Rhiannon used her tail to place her granddaughter on her back. “See? Already you’re learning what it means to be part of this family.

— G.A. Aiken