“this stuff tastes like the bastard love child of grapes and rubbing alcohol” — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“Another chunk of my childhood dreams had just run down the reality drain in the form of a horny unicorn, no less.” — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“Lok’tar ogar!” The daemon holding me pulled my head back, exposing my throat. “Victory or death,” I retorted at my captor hoarsely. “For the… — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“The unicorn : I'm not a chihuahua, you know. Abby : You hump my leg like one.” — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“Talivar slouched in the chair next to me, casually lifting his bare feet to rest upon my chair's footrest. It was an oddly possessive… — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“I brushed my hands on the pockets of my jeans, still marvelling at the fact I wasn't wearing a gown. And that I had… — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“I looked down at the unicorn.“Why didn't you tell me you could talk?” “Didn't seem like the right time.” He waggled his chin at… — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“Listen, I don't care if you're Voldemort under that thing. We don't sell livestock. Period.” — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to get into my metaphysical pants.” — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
“I squinted at the clock, sighing when I realized it was only 7 A.M. "Christ. Do you think the powers that be would mind… — Allison Pang Copy Share Image
