Dagmar turned when she felt a tug on her sleeve, a human male standing next to her. “Yes?”
“Yeah, how much for the blonde?”
Dagmar blinked, glanced back at Gwenvael and the three girls before asking, “Pardon?”
“The blonde. How much for the blonde? The bigger one. Just for an hour or so?”
Of course. Dagmar would never be one of the whores … she must be selling the whores.
“Five coppers for an hour,” she replied. “Any more than that and it’ll cost you.”
“An hour will do.” He reached into his pocket and handed her five copper pieces. She dropped them into her satchel, tapped Gwenvael on the shoulder, and said, “He’s bought you for an hour of sex. Enjoy.
Mots clés humour
Fearghus entered what he now considered her chamber, but immediately ducked the book flung at his head. Clearly she’d been waiting for him. And she was not happy.
“He’s the one supposed to be helping me,” she roared at him.
“Did you just throw a book at me? In my own den?”
“Yes. And I’d throw it again!”
Fearghus scratched his head in confusion. He’d never met a human brave enough—or stupid enough, depending on your point of view—to challenge him. “But,” he croaked out, amazed, “I’m a dragon.”
“And I have tits. It means nothing to me!
We can't sit around discussing pure evil without tea and biscuits, Iz. It's just not done.
G.A. AikenHe needed to go before he did something inappropriate. Fun. But inappropriate.
G.A. AikenBut there simply was no grey area for him. There was only black, white, and annoying.
G.A. AikenMots clés humor-inspirational
She heard Brannie call out to her, but she ignored her as well and kept going. Kept going with visions of a bloody and limb-missing Éibhear dancing through her head. Gods! What if they cut off his wings? Or removed his scales? Oh, by the gods, what if they shaved his head? What if they shaved his head? Nooooo!
G.A. AikenMots clés izzy how-to-drive-a-dragon-crazy Éibhear
Rhiannon readied her speech. The speech she’d given more than once over the years to Éibhear and, when they were much younger, to her older sons. The one that included things like:
“I’m sure your father didn’t mean that.”
“Of course your father loves you.”
“No. He didn’t try to sell your egg to the highest human bidder.”
“And of course, he never tried to kill you while you slept!
Mots clés queen-rhiannon
Um … I am Annwyl.”
“Annwyl. Annwyl. I do not know an Annwyl. So, are you my dinner?”
“No.” It took a step back. “No. I’m not dinner. Let’s never say that again. I am Annwyl of the Dark Plains.” The queen stared at it.
“Annwyl of Garbhán Isle?” Still nothing. It sighed.
“Annwyl the Bloody.”
“You are Annwyl the Bloody?”
It looked slightly defeated. “Yes.”
“You are awfully tiny to be Annwyl the Bloody.”
“I’m taller than most men.”
“That simply does not impress me.
You are, however, surprisingly light of touch.”
“Pardon?”
“The way you’re holding my hand. I always thought you’d be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist.”
“That’s very nice.”
“Not really.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“Oh. I see. Where are we?
Mots clés humor hand-holding
It isn’t that I dislike you so much, big, fat dragon. It’s that I don’t like you enough.
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