Hate. Huh. He'd never hated himself. If anything, he'd always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn't denied it, either, and next time he'd slept with her, he'd made sure to scream, "Strider" at the pivotal moment." --Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat--
Gena ShowalterYou are beyond frustrating," she grumbled. "Why can't you do what I ask you to do without issuing a million questions first?" "I could say the same of you." "I don't--Argh." She raised a fist at him. "So maybe I do ask a lot of questions. So what. Anyone in my position would do the same. Besides, I'm a girl and that's my job. You're a boy. You're supposed to pound your chest with your fists and grunt, then do everything in your power to please me." "Hardly. The man you just described is more likely to knock you over the head with a club and drag you away by the hair." -Annabelle and Zacharel
Gena ShowalterIโve never cheated on a lover. Iโm faithful, always. But the war comes before anyoneโs feelings. Every time.โ Wow. Battle before love. Without a doubt, he was the most unromantic male sheโd ever met. Even more so than her great-grandfather, who had laughingly burned her great-grandmother to death after sheโd given birth to Gwenโs grandmother.
Gena ShowalterThere are two kinds of people,โ sheโd said. โThose who coast through life like ducks in a row, following one after the other, and those who ride the waves.โโ Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my voice cracked. โโRide the waves, baby, and live. Live.
Gena Showalter