I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.

Call her Betty Fucking Crocker, because the cake was so going to be worth the bake.

Take care, lest you lose a male who'll desire only you - and gain a male who'll desire only others.

His debtors always assumed he'd demand their firstborn. Like I'm fucking Rumpelstiltskin? What would Lothaire do with countless squalling babes? Raise them in a kennel?

One of my favorite things to do is formulate powers for a character, then come up with their corresponding weaknesses and liabilities. And I delight in world-building: melding the supernatural with the natural, then tweaking and polishing until it feels organic.

I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A.