Alright. So how are we getting down there? Can you turn invisible or something?”“What do I look like? A magician?”“Well, can you fight?”“Can you?”“No,” said Thales with a sad laugh. “Confirm women aren’t allowed to handle anything bigger than a butter knife. Not legally, anyway. Besides, I could never shoot a gun. My hands are used to pushing remote control buttons, pounding game controllers. . . Picking the good chips from the bag.

— Ash Gray

As if the president gives a crap about demons and what they go through just because her father’s got horns?” Organic returned. “She never opens her coward mouth about the quiet oppression the demons -- your people -- face every single day --!” “Our people,” Hard calmly corrected. “No,” said Organic at once. “Halflings have never been anyone’s people.

— Ash Gray

But what do you care about Morley?” went on Dr. Forgone. “I heard you escaped Also Sigh V, and immediately upon your departure,” he frowned, “you set coordinates for Earth?” He laughed softly, nastily, and Quinn felt anger shiver through her to see the twinkling mockery in his eyes. “What would your people think to know that, I wonder?” continued Dr. Forgone, tilting his head. “The first place you ran to wasn’t Morley, wasn’t the ancient home of your ‘mighty’ ancestors, but the polluted shit-ball of ape people? The true home of the true empress is Earth.” His eyes danced over her, searching, hungry. “You speak Royal and English fluently, but I bet you don’t know a damn lick of Vice. The Ontarian princess isn’t even Ontarian --”“What do you want?” Quinn said abruptly.“What do I want?” repeated Dr. Forgone, rolling his eyes to the starry sky. “Let’s see. . . What do I want? I always wanted an indoor pool.” Quinn’s lips tightened.

— Ash Gray

Cargo looked with shame at her boots. “Look, I wasn’t serious, alright? It was just a thought.” Mercy shook her head. “Shitty thoughts become shitty actions, kid. You have really gone your entire life without recognizing there's ah link between the two?

— Ash Gray

Cargo shrugged. “My people have given them good reason to be biased. The last time you were open and trusting. . . We invaded,” she said unhappily. “Yeah,” muttered the boy just as unhappily. “But while there is good reason for caution, there is never a good reason for hatred, hmm?” He glanced at Cargo and lifted his brows meaningfully.

— Ash Gray

Do you trust me?: Ware ska quietly linked.:To stay alive? No. You and the monster will get lost in riddles and philosophizing. Then you will make some grand, heroic gesture, poorly thought-out and overestimating your own strength, and when the creature has roasted you alive, I will be the one sweeping up the ashes – figuratively speaking, of course. Lest we forget, I do not have hands.:

— Ash Gray

Drop. Your weapon. And. Come quietly,” said a robotic voice. “Kiss. My ass,” said Rita, mocking the robot’s tone.

— Ash Gray

For elves, sex was two souls finding each other in the dark.

— Ash Gray

Growing up learning of distant lands and their bloody histories, Ware ska had quickly noticed how pointing to someone else as unquestionably worse was a widely common justification for many atrocities.

— Ash Gray

Halt! We are attempting an arrest!”“Yeah, we’re aware,” Quinn muttered under her breath.

— Ash Gray