“What can I say?" He motions to the distressed sedan. "I drive this piece of shit to compensate for my huge dick.” — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“You have fought for and claimed your names, and though you may be struck, you will never fall. And that…” His eyes moisten, fear tingeing his voice, no, it’s apprehension. He takes a breath, steels himself. “And that is why… — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“I'm sharing a loft with a dragon who snores like two chainsaws having angry sex.” — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“What can I say?" He motions to the distressed sedan. "I drive this piece of shit to compensate for my huge dick.” — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“A minute passes as we enter Little Tokyo. It's kind of similar to what you see in the movies, with a lot of signs in different languages with "engrish" translations underneath and those big red gates with the curved wood on top, whatever they're called. The passing people on the street are, understandably, largely of Asian descent. ... I get… — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share
“You realize you're going to have to quit doing that? Can't exactly convince the other ladies of the court that my husband's committed to… — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to be a living dream when there’s no one around to dream for you.” — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“A cemetery?" I chuckle, but the pitch is a bit higher than I expected. "At night? With a full moon? Um ... did you… — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“...clearly, we're supposed to be together. If this were the internet, seventeen-year-old girls would be writing slash fiction about us as we speak.” — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“You have fought for and claimed your names, and though you may be struck, you will never fall. And that…” His eyes moisten, fear… — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
“He looks at me, the circle, then me again. “It’s really you, right? I didn’t create some simulacrum that was inhabited by a demon?… — Vaughn R. Demont Copy Share Image
