“...Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.”
“Oh gravity, thou art a heartless bitch.”
“Feet pue tan!” she shouted. Ty cleared his throat, looking at Zane wryly. “She just called me a goddamned son of a bitch.” “I like her,” Zane responded.”
“For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.”
“They were conscientious, you couldn't deny it, and they were also flabby, heartless sons-of-bitches. In other words, they were well chosen, as mindlessly enthusiastic as any employer could dream of. Sons that would have delighted my mother, worshiping their bosses, if only she could have had one all to herself, a son she could have been proud of in the eyes of the world, a real legitimate son.”
“Okay, this bitch had style and class but she was whacked.”