“There is something about me, doll face. It’s between my legs, and I do believe a few minutes ago you were praying to it.”
“Admit it, you want to be fucked and it’s not Emen, that dull fuck, you want to feel saddled fast and riding hard between your legs. It’s me. My bruises on your skin, my bite marks for you to wear as if it were the finest jewelry.”
“A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.”
“With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.”
“I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.”
“Breeze chuckled. “I don’t know if you noticed the earthquake a few minutes ago, my dear man, but the world appears to be ending. That is an indisputably depressing event.”