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“I'm not a dog to be summoned,' I said by way of greeting.

Slowly, Rhys looked over his shoulder. Those violet eyes were vibrant in the light, and I curled my fingers into fists as they swept from my head to my toes and back up again. He frowned at whatever he found lacking. 'I didn't want you to get lost,' he said blandly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You reckless bastard," I said, my throat tight.
The ground was thrown open into a fiery maw, out of which slowly emerged a curved set of obsidian horns. The horns were attached to a giant head, which was attached to a spiked torso that looked like it was made of muscles and lava. And Jerod stood there the whole time, hands outstretched and his face contorted in discomfort.
"What the shit class demon is that?" Gavin asked.
"I think... it's a behemoth," I said weakly.
The thing rose from the ground, towering so high over anything in the shopping plaza that I was sure all of Seattle could see it. Demonic was a good descriptor. So was nightmare. So was Armageddon.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons