"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."
Morf experiences Dease's work at closer range than intended.
"Step into my fucking office."
"You have hairier feet than a satyr."
"Don't be an idiot, Achilles, they've got hooves."
"Hairier than a satyr's ass, then. And they stink."
Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.
He'll have her, but he won't keep her long.
There are many things that Nie Huaisang and Nie Mingjue do not talk about.
The two of them are marked by water.
“Oh,” Qingming breathes out, his shoulders sinking deep with it, “how fortunate.”
Yes, Boya thinks, foolish and giddy and wrecked with affirmation, how fortunate.