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1 " Mai had an unholy obsession with eighties fantasy movies. Labyrinth was her favorite. She was madly in lust with David Bowie’s character, Jareth the Goblin King, who was famous for his tight tights, smoldering stares and a very, ahem, generous codpiece. "
― Hailey Edwards , Heir of the Dog (Black Dog, #2)
2 " What’s that smell?” I took a few sniffs. “Did you scramble guilt for breakfast again?” “I’m your mother.” She swatted my behind. “I have a right to worry. "
3 " if the fae had to come out, they wanted the big reveal to be on their own terms. Having an ass-ugly troll with people stuck in his teeth for their poster boy? Probably not "
4 " Faerie was divided into seasons that mirrored the mortal realm, except all four seasons coexisted here. This world wasn’t spherical like Earth. Faerie was more of a geographic map, and it was possible to fall off the edges. Though it was more likely you would be eaten before that happened. "
5 " You’ve been so brave.” “Necessity isn’t bravery.” If anything, all the running showed prudent cowardice. "
6 " Fighting to survive is instinct.” The harder life came at you, the harder you had to punch it in the face. "
7 " flattening him against the entry’s wall. Me he urged forward with a flick of his tail. I didn’t check my hubby for boo-boos. "
8 " The harder life came at you, the harder you had to punch it in the face. "
9 " I straightened from the fire, mourning the loss of its heat. “I’m not accepting your gift.” “What gift? Do you mean those clothes you found discarded on my property? Those aren’t mine. Not my size.” He canted his head. “It’s your choice. Use them or not.” “You are…” I rolled a few choice words around my head before settling on, “…sneaky.” A tight smile stretched his lips. “I have been called worse.” I just bet he had. "
10 " little miss bark for boobs "
11 " I shrugged off his compliment, even as it warmed me. “How did you find me?” “I heard your call.” He sniffed. “Did I not say I would always come when summoned?” “Not a sentiment I would expect to hear from a cat,” I teased. "
12 " As my focus traveled down his torso, my gaze got hung up on his hipbones, on how low his pants hung, and the fact not a hint of elastic rode above the line of his faded jeans. Boxers? Briefs? Commando? Never had I been more invested in a man’s choice of underwear. "
13 " Make sure Mom gets home.” I swallowed. “She won’t want details. Just—let her make up her own mind about what happened to me. If you hung around for a while…after…that would be good too.” His tongue rasped against the tip of my nose. “She will want for nothing, and no harm will come to her so long as I live.” I wiped the backs of my hands under my eyes. “You’re not half bad for a cat.” “If I had found you as a pup,” he said on a chuckle, “I might not have drowned you either. "
14 " Raven could destroy me. He could twist any one of the missteps I had made around him until he owned me. That he hadn’t yet didn’t mean he wouldn’t ever. It just meant I was of more use to him running on my own steam, making fresh mistakes to compound the old ones than under his auspices. "
15 " deserve your distrust, but can’t you accept I want to help you? Haven’t I given you proof?” “The more proof you show me, the closer I have to inspect the fine print.” Rook had proven to me where his loyalties lay. "
16 " thumped my foot and hissed out an odd squeal. A sigh filled my ears. Faint shuffling as the púca edged nearer. “You’re doing it wrong.” The voice gentled. “You can’t speak in this form. No one can. You’re going to have to give your skin a voice. Go on. Think it. Let magic speak for you. It’s the only way.” Pick a voice? Think it? Crazy as it sounded, what did I have to lose? I focused the same as I did when willing magic into my palm, only this time I envisioned the memory of how my voice sounded to me. I would die before admitting it out loud, but I visualized it as a thought bubble forming over my head. “I’m Macsen "
17 " Eyes are windows to the soul.” His voice rang with profound meaning I couldn’t grasp. Deep-chested baying alerted us to the approaching pack. Sweat trickled between my shoulder blades. “Curtains are half off at JCPenney,” I snapped. “What’s your point? "
18 " wet spots "