I’d give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous.
Rene looked at Grendel. “What in the world is that?” “That’s our mutant attack poodle,” I told her. “Is he chewing on a gun?
Ted said, "You're working for the Order now." "Yes." "How does it feel?" "Well, Doctor, it feels rather sore and tingly.
There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.
Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.
As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.
What happened to the alpha-wolf?" "LEGOs." "Legos?" It sounded Greek but I couldn't recall anything mythological with that name. Wasn't it an island? "He was carrying a load of laundry into the basement and tripped on the old set of LEGOs his kids left on the stairs. Broke two ribs and an ankle.
Oh, it's you," Curran's voice said quietly. "I thought it was an elephant.
Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.
He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?
Had he expected me to hump her leg?
He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.
What do you do to your hair?" "Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil." "Ever thought of patenting the recipe?" "No.
You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep." "I only did it once." "Once was weird enough, thank you.
You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.
I prefer the term ‘sexual deviant’ myself,” Saiman said.
Would you like to assist me with my choice of underwear as well?” My sarcasm whistled right over his head. “I would be delighted. While I’d love to see you in a balconette bra, I’m afraid for this particular occasion I would have to go with a foam-lined seamless due to the tight fit of the garment across your breasts . . . Perhaps I could come over and review what you have available . . .
Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?
You sure you don’t want to kiss me good-bye, baby?
He strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. “Rape,” he promised. “Many, many times. Until you bleed . . .” “I’m so flattered.
Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.
Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?
Kate, perhaps you need to explain to your significant other that he is in no position to give me orders. Last time I checked, his title was Beast Lord, which is a gentle euphemism for a man who strips nude at night and runs around through the woods hunting small woodland creatures. I'm a premier Master of the Dead. I will go where I please.
I reached over and squeezed Curran’s hand. “Come on, you, me, a platter of barely seared meat, it will be great. If we see the navigators, we can make fun of the way they hold their forks.
Who is that?” “Your replacement.” “You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He's got mad skills.
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