Annmarie

“The cult leader smiled and cast her a pitying glance. “I assure you, your sacrifices will not be in vain. All my children and I are trying to do is make the world a better place for all mankind.” “Oh, thank goodness!” Alexis let out a loud sigh. “I gotta be honest with ya, Big Daddy Dave. At first I was like, ‘Damn, this group looks like they jack off on crystals and kick puppies’ and then I saw y’all praying to a glowing puddle. That’s when I knew everything was gonna be OK.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

“Yes, I had proclaimed myself the mother of rats. It was a rare, powerful role that only the strongest women could hold. Or the ones that had access to cheese.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Shifters

“He’s not a dog. He’s… mine.” The words were a soft caress, the claim she staked on me, however tenuous, a balm to my weary soul.”
― April L. Moon, Fated to the Feral Wolf

“The blast from earlier probably just fried my nerves a bit. As if on cue, some twat in a black tartan and a matching scarf to cover his face jumped out before me. Clearly, the gods had favorites, and I wasn’t one of them.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon: Mead Mishaps 1