I'm taking fifteen, and we're moving this discussion upstairs." "You can have here! I will not listen." "You will listen," Mallory said, "and you'll tell your book club exactly what you heard." "But is like Twilight in real life!" Berna protested. "Sparkles!"
Learn to be a vampire, to be a warrior, to be the soldier you are capable of being. But consider the possibility that I made a mistake I regret--and that I'll continue to regret that mistake and try to convince you to give me another chance until the earth stops turning.
The Constitution bans cruel and unusual punishment," I told him when he stepped down from the podium. "What?" he innocently asked. "Getting you out of the library? I believe it's due time, Sentinel." "Now that I'm a real, live vampire?" "Something like that,"
Merit. Have you finally decided to ditch the zero and get with the hero?" Ethan cleared his throat--loudly--while I bit back a smile. I didn't see anything wrong with reminding Ethan that I had other options. Even if they were slightly goofy options I'd never actually take advantage of."
He grinned. "And you've got yourself a nickname. I'm thinking 'Shorty'" "I'm five eight without heels." "It's not a description. It's a nickname. Get used to it, Shorty." We stood there for a moment, waiting for the tension to evaporate. When it did, we smiled at each other. "Don't call me Shorty," I told him. "Okay, Shorty." "Seriously, that's very immature." "Whatever you say, Shorty. Let's call it a night." "Fine by me." I'd worry about ..
I'm working from the assumption it's going to go horribly wrong. If we get out of here with limbs intact and no aspen slivers in uncomfortable places, we're calling it a win." Merit/Jonah"
Sentinel, you are always the most beautiful woman in the room, irrespective of what you're wearing. And most especially and preferably when you're wearing nothing at all.
What do zombies chant at a riot?" "Grrarphsnarg?" he asked, in a surprisingly well-done bit of mindless zombie imitating. "No, but that was really good. Disconcertingly good." "I was deceased for a time." "True. But anyway, the rioters get all riled up, and they chant: 'What do we want? Brains! When do we want them? Brains!'" I fell into a wave of appropriately boisterous laughter; Ethan seemed less impressed. "I truly hope the stipend we p..
Seriously, I'm totally weirded out by the girly nature of this conversation. And yet, it's kinda like you're growing up. Do you think Judy Blume made a book about adolescent vampires? Are You There God, It's Me, Merit?" Mallory snorted, obviously pleased with herself."
Vampires were hardly the monsters we were made out to be in fairy tales and television shows. We were hardly different from humans, but for the genetic mutation, fangs, silvering eyes, and periodic penchant for blood. What? I said hardly different.
Scout - oblivious to our jokes at her expense - pushed forward. "I don't understand why you're arguing with me. You know you have no chance." Michael clutched at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me, Scout. Really. There's chest pain - a tightness." He faked a groan." --
Scout - oblivious to our jokes at her expense - pushed forward. "I don't understand why you're arguing with me. You know you have no chance." Michael clutched at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me, Scout. Really. There's chest pain - a tightness." He faked a groan."
Top Gun," I whispered to Lindsey. We'd started pointing out Luc's ubiquitous pop culture references, having decided that because he cut his fangs in the Wild West, he'd been entranced by movies and television. You know, because living in a society of magically enhanced vampires didn't require enough willing suspension of disbelief. -Merit in Chloe Neill's Friday Night Bites"
So you're now an official member of Enclave Three. You weirdo." I snorted. "I'm a weirdo? You're a werewolf." "I suggest you say that with respect, Parker." "Or what?"
Ethan chuckled. "And are you aware you keep looking over here like you're nervous I'm going to disappear?" "It's because you're devastatingly handsome." He grinned slyly. "I wasn't questioning your good taste."
I tried to lighten the mood, and pointed at the house shoes - the last things I'd have expected to see Catcher Bell wearing. "And the shoes?" I asked with a grin. "My house, my rules. These shoes happen to be comfortable," he said "If you two roamed around the house naked and carrying bows and arrows before I moved in, it's none of my business."
You're perfect- beautiful, intelligent, intractable in a kind of... attractive way. Headstrong, but a good strategist. An amazing fighter." "But that's not enough?" "It's too much. You think I haven't thought about what it might be like to return to my rooms at the end of the night and find you there- to find you in my bed, to have your body and your laugh and your mind? To look across a room and know that you were mine- that *I'd* claimed ..
Anyone wanna dance?" "I could dance I need to change, but I can dance." "Nice going, Gandalf. You'll rile her up, and I'll never get her tucked in. You wanna give her candy and caffeine while you're at it?"
We all have days when we feel small. Really small. Completely inadequate but saddled with all this responsibility...I have to fight battles against people who shouldn't be my enemies - especially when there are allready plenty of enemies to go around. There are days when I would love to pull the cover over my head and say to hell with it. But I don't do that. And most people don't do that. Most people get up and do their jobs and work their..
His(Luc) eyes widened appreciatively as he took in my dress, heels, hair. "You look beautiful." Ethan beat me to a response. "Thank you. But you should compliment Merit as well. She cleans up nicely." Luc snorted, glanced at me. "And you don't look half-bad yourself, Sentinel." "Thank you, Luc. He's just jealous. He prefers to be the arm candy."
Hey, better than the real thing," I said. "What do you even do with a chimera?" "What wouldn't you do with a chimera?" Jeff asked. "They're like the Swiss Army knife of animals." "Party in the front, business in the back," Catcher agreed. That earned a snort and laugh from me. "Any animal that can be compared to a mullet is a good animal in my book."