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“Now isn't this role more fun than nun?" Gabrielle sauntered into the room, casting a sideways glance at the skirt she had personally hemmed.

Hamish nodded, "Kat... you have... legs."
"And boobs," Angus added, staring quite directly at the section of the white blouse that Gabrielle had made a bit too form-fitting for Kat's personal taste.

"Seriously Kat," Simon said, inching closer, "When did you get boobs?"

Hamish looked at Hale, "The boobs are new." He said as if that point hadn't already been thoroughly made.

"Is that padded?" Simon held out his hand as if to cop an oh-so-scientific feel.

"Hey!" Kat slapped his hand away.

"Her dad's going to get out of prison one of these days boys." Hale added, amused.”
― Ally Carter, Heist Society

“I doona need drugs. I am naturally a mean bastard.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, Be Still My Vampire Heart

“Gregori leaned forward. "Can you believe it? We're all a bunch of mutants! Just like the Ninja Turtles."
Angus blinked. "We - we're like... turtles?"
Gregori burst out lauging.
Ian shook his head, grinning.
Connor snorted. "Nay. We have vampire DNA. No turtles.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, Be Still My Vampire Heart

“Well he’ll not get her, will he?â€� Angus exclaimed. “He’s just some little pond sprite. He can’t do anything out of the water, right? He’s powerless. I’ll get her out of here! We’ll go in to Glasgow or…â€�
Ian sighed. “Come on, Angus. It’s not as simple as all that. This is an Elemental you’re dealing with. You’d have to take her to the center of the freaking Sahara to get away from him, and even then he’d probably make it rain. He’s in every damned faucet and kitchen tap all over the world. She takes a bath and he’ll pull her under!�
Angus stared at him angrily.
“It’s fucking happened!â€� Ian said.”
― Elliot Mabeuse, The Croft

“Oh Angus,â€� she moaned. “Can’t you just use your…you know…your powers to clean this up?â€�
Angus was walking to the kitchen, wiping his face with a napkin. He laughed. “Wouldn’t that be nice?â€� he asked. “‘Mess: Clean yourself up!â€� ‘Floor, sweep yourself and be quick about it! Anne Commands!â€� No, Darling, I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that! Not like that at all!”
― Elliot Mabeuse, The Croft

“They don't have the time to take on animals with dietary restrictions and missing legs."
"Do you think I don't know that? That's precisely why they're all here with me. No one else would take them. Angus, for example." She moved toward the Highland steer. "Some foolish merchant traveled to Scotland on holiday and decided to bring his wife a pet calf from the Highlands. Never stopped to think about the fact that he would grow."
"Surely people aren't that stupid."
"Oh, it happens all the time. But usually they make that mistake with pups or ponies. Not cattle." She shook her head. "They dehorned him in the worst, most painful way. When he came to me, the poor dear's wounds were infected. Infested, too. He could have perished from the fly-strike alone. That man was stupid, indeed. The only thing he got right was his choice of calf. Angus is exceedingly adorable."
Adorable?
Gabe eyed the beast. The animal stood as tall as Gabe's shoulder, and it smelled... the way cattle smell. Shaggy red fur covered its eyes like a blindfold, and its black, spongy nose glistened.”
― Tessa Dare, The Wallflower Wager

“I had been waiting to get Angus alone, and he appeared a little apprehensive about the occurrence when I discreetly said, ‘Angus, my fine young man.â€� I smiled charmingly. Now he knew something was up, for certain. ‘You wouldn’t know how to build a bomb by any chance would you?â€�
He looked around sheepishly, ‘Is this a trick question?�
I sighed impatiently, ‘You’re not going to get in trouble Angus.�
His shoulders dropped and he grinned wolfishly, ‘Well in that case ... doesn’t everyone?”
― Teresa Schulz, Barbed Wire and Daisies

“I whispered to Jas, "I hope they haven't got a cat," and she said, "Don't you mean a dog?" and I said, "Have you met Angus?”
― Louise Rennison, Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging

“Glasgow can be uncommonly dreich, smirr blurring the architectural mishmash of the city's skyline.
The east coast plays host to some truly cruel gales, eroding the sharp edges off fishermen's cottages in Fife and Angus.
In the winter months it can feel like the country takes any opportunity to grind to a halt.
The faintest threat of snow causes chaos across road, rail and air.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way