Simon Archer

“Dragons’ sleep schedules are not like humans’.” Ffamran shrugged. “Sometimes, I do not require more than a short eighteen to twenty-hour nap. Other times, I can sleep for days at a time. My record is eighteen days by the way.” He yawned. “Perhaps I shall try to beat my record with a truly glorious nap.” “So, you’re basically a fire-breathing cat with scales,” I commented.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Oh, one more thing.” He stopped and turned to me, putting both hands on my shoulders when I did the same. “Number three, I promise that we are going to hunt down those Carter bastards, find out every hole they wriggle into, and burn their villainous asses into so much fine ash. They hurt you, they tried to hurt me and my people here, and they hurt one of the girls you love.” While the words were like many he said in full on evil emperor mode, the tone and the look weren’t that twisted crazy I saw in him often. No, this was different. This was a father genuinely angry at the people who hurt his family. “I think how you kids put it is… Fuck. Those. Guys.”
― Simon Archer, Arch Rivals