“A spy novel?” Dagmar asked. “You two are talking about a spy novel?” Annwyl threw her hands up in the air. “Not just a spy novel!” “It’s much more than that,” Ragnar argued, and when Dagmar gawked at him in disgust, he added, “I can’t read deep, meaningful, thought-provoking philosophy all the time.” “Exactly. Sometimes you have to read about a completely amoral hero whoring and killing his way across an unnamed land in the name of the queen that he’ll always love—” “—but never have.” Then both Ragnar and Annwyl sighed a little.” LiteratureHumourDagmarAnnwylRagnar Book:Last Dragon Standing Source: Last Dragon Standing
“Izzy immediately pulled out the sword Zachariah had given her and turned, barely blocking the weapon aimed right for her. Izzy shoved the weapon—another sword—away and spun to give herself momentum, slashing at the attacker. But her opponent blocked the move, their weapons locking. Izzy, fed up, stepped close to see who the hell would attack her here, so near her home. Shocked, Izzy roared, “Éibhear! What the bloody hells are you doing?” “I’ve come to Claim you as my own, Iseabail, Daughter of Talaith and Briec.” “Oh.” Izzy lowered her weapon at his dramatic announcement. “Why didn’t you say so?” She stepped back. “I’ll go home and get naked.” She turned to head to her house. “That’s it?” Éibhear asked, sounding disappointed.” HumourClaiming Book:How to Drive a Dragon Crazy Source: How to Drive a Dragon Crazy
“Stop talking to me,” he ordered as he walked away. “And stop staring at my ass.” “Just wondering how it looks with four legs.” He stopped. Faced her. “What?” “You know,” she admitted, “that sounded less . . . strange, in my head.” “Did it? Really?” HumourCentaur Book:The Blacksmith Queen Source: The Blacksmith Queen