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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1051d6e | Sweat popped out on his brow. Little by little he advanced. Higher. Deeper. Her flesh yielding beneath his gentle but inevitable penetration. She moaned. "It's not enough. Dammit, it's not enough!" His laugh was triumphant. "Patience, love. Patience." She buried her head against his shoulder. He buried his finger inside her cleft, as far as he could. His thumb slowly circled her velvety pearl, pressed, then circled anew, faster and faster, .. | hot-scene | Samantha James | |
| a3afb29 | She browsed many a shop for just the right gown. The dressmaker had started it for another woman, who had decided she did not want it after all. A few alterations were all it needed. And it was exquisite, made of pale green silk that brought out tiny gold flecks in her eyes. The neckline was , deep and off the shoulders, giving way to a deep vee that made her waist look unbelievably tiny. | gown green | Samantha James | |
| 9644641 | We shall find peace. We shall hear the angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 6b0398e | Money, like vodka, turns a person into an eccentric. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 3eb8d44 | the cop-friendly Sherma Barthlett as the on-call | Michael Connelly | ||
| 6248a84 | Crutch is coming! Crutch! The old horseradish." | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 99ea2ee | charge for the Times--thanks to Bosch | Michael Connelly | ||
| edfaace | Yes, that's how it is, child. He who works, he who is patient is the superior." | Anton Chekhov | ||
| bca44f3 | To a heart transformed by love, it is a mandolin. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 87b5efe | All Russia is our orchard. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 3c0b324 | I'm really wishing Titan were still on that list of options." "That's waiting for yesterday, sweetheart." | wishing-and-waiting | James S.A. Corey | |
| eedb941 | It's too bad that stupidity isn't painful. | Anton LaVey | ||
| 1174508 | Definition of Good and Evil: Good is what you like. Evil is what you don't like. | Anton LaVey | ||
| 6f3cc51 | Girl's at her own father's funeral, meets this really cute guy. They talk, hit it off, but he leaves before she can get his number. Girl doesn't know how to track the guy down. So a week later, she kills her mom. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 2bcb547 | If life transcends death, then I will seek for you there. If not, then there too, | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 9cec346 | Chapter Two: Filip | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 4fa635e | Holden rose, nodded to Fred, and left. Naomi walked at his side. "Wow, that was close," she said under her breath. Once they'd left the office, Holden said, "I think Fred was half a second from ordering Miller to shoot me." "Miller's on our side. Haven't you figured that out yet?" | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 2df5ea5 | I bet every captain you ever flew under thought you were a gigantic pain in the ass," Fred said finally. "I believe my record reflects that," Holden said, trying to hide his relief." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 843b5e9 | Hello, James Holden. My name is Fred Johnson. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 39f3f8f | If you leave it again without a direct order, I'll have the XO beat you to death with a pipe wrench. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| a77de41 | Reputation never has very much to do with reality," she said. "I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 2949161 | A flock of softball-sized spiderlike things crawled through the corridor, leaving a slick sheen of glowing slime behind them. It wasn't until he paused to knock one off the cart that he recognized them as severed hands, the trailing wrist bones charred black and remade. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 7b2674e | You can't stop here, Holden said. You have to stop running and get on the right road. Miller looked over his shoulder. The captain stood, real and not, where his inner Julie would have been. Well, that's interesting, Miller thought. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| ca62926 | Well, someone tell McBride she doesn't need to shoot us now." "Hey," Alex said, his voice thoughtful. "If we made those nukes stop listening, that means we can't shut 'em down, right? Wonder where Fred's going to drop those." "Hell if I know," Amos said. "Just disarmed Earth, though. That's gotta be fucking embarrassing." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 0aa891d | One more chance to try being the person that the situation called for instead of just herself. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| c56e52f | No more leave," Holden said. "Holy shit. Right?" Alex said. "I take off for a few weeks, and everything turns into chaos." "It really, really does." Holden went to the coffee maker and Alex followed at his elbow. "I think this has to qualify for the worst vacation ever." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 6e62460 | we'll be cocked, locked, and ready to rock. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 0a6e0cb | That moment of shaking had been a whole battle too abrupt for a human mind to follow. He wasn't sure if that was amazing or terrifying. Maybe there was room for both. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 7c8b5ab | We got a pilot yet?" she asked. "Alex Kamal is on the ready rotation today, so he's our man. I kind of wish Valka had been up. He's not the pilot Alex is, but he's quieter, and my head hurts." "I like Alex. He's ebullient," Naomi said. "I don't know what ebullient means, but if it means Alex, it makes me tired." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 3a36acf | Howdy, XO," he drawled. The old west affectation common to everyone from the Mariner Valley annoyed Holden. There hadn't been a cowboy on Earth in a hundred years, and Mars didn't have a blade of grass that wasn't under a dome, or a horse that wasn't in a zoo. Mariner Valley had been settled by East Indians, Chinese, and a small contingent of Texans. Apparently, the drawl was viral." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 5f2263f | Fred laughed. It was mirthless. "Let me get this straight," he said. "You'll give me all the kingdoms of the Earth if I just bow down and do one act of worship for you?" Dresden cocked his head. "I don't know the reference." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 8ed6c49 | Eighteen months before, there hadn't been sides. The inner planets had all been one big, happy, slightly dysfunctional family. Then Eros, and now the two superpowers were dividing up the solar system between them, and the one moon neither side was willing to give up was Ganymede, breadbasket of the Jovian system. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| ca3023e | Belters had been a structural underclass fighting to have people on the inner planets even notice when they were dying. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 914ce4f | Miller closed his terminal, frowning. "Philosophical. But if it's the price of doing business, what're we here for?" "Because I thought you... you people had this shit under control. Ever since we stopped paying the Loca, I've been able to turn a decent profit. Now it's all starting up again." "Hold on," Miller said. "You're telling me the Loca Greiga stopped charging protection?" "Sure. Not just here. Half of the guys I know in the Bough j.. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 6e73e6b | You've been spending a lot of time in Belter bars, Colonel. Someone might think you were looking for something." "Dawes?" "Fred?" "I've been through better interrogation training than you'll ever see. You want to build rapport? Go for it. Talk for a while, take my shackles off, start telling me that you can save me if I just tell you what I know. And then I'll rip your eyes out and skull-fuck you. You understand?" "I do," Dawes said, not mi.. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 8fea522 | No, there doesn't. Every time someone starts talking about final anythings in politics, that means the atrocities are warming up. Humanity has done amazing things by just muddling through, arguing and complaining and fighting and negotiating. It's messy and undignified, but it's when we're at our best, because everyone gets to have a voice in it. Even if everyone else is trying to shout it down. Whenever there's just one voice that matters,.. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 2854076 | The reactions of the talking heads of Earth security forces ran the gamut from calm, rational discussion of preemptive defense to foaming-at-the-mouth denunciations of Mars as a pack of baby-raping animals. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| a96b1ed | All empty. She plucked a magnetized pipe wrench of suitable size for skull cracking out of an EVA kit, | James S.A. Corey | ||
| dae23a7 | Frederick Lucius Johnson. Former colonel in Earth's armed forces, Butcher of Anderson Station. Thoth Station now too. Unelected prime minister of the OPA. He had faced his own mortality a dozen times, lost friends to violence and politics and betrayal. He'd lived through four assassination attempts, only two of which were on any record. He'd killed a pistol-wielding attacker using only a table knife. He'd given the orders that had ended hun.. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 0a6dd2b | He was kind of a pain in the ass, wasn't he?" Holden said. "That man could take a visitation from God with thirty underdressed angels announcing that sex was okay after all and make it seem vaguely depressing." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| b9de792 | What?" Naomi said, an uncertain smile on her lips. Miller blinked. "You were laughing a little," Naomi said. "I don't think I've ever seen you laugh before. I mean, not when something was funny." "I was just thinking about something a partner of mine told me about letting cases go when you got pulled from them." "What did he say?" "That it's like taking half a shit," Miller said. "Had a way with words, that one." | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 7382a8b | Ade, I like you. I mean, I really enjoy your company," he said. "I don't understand why we can't spend some time together with our clothes on." "Holden. Sweetie. Stop it, okay?" "Stop what?" "Stop trying to turn me into your girlfriend. You're a nice guy. You've got a cute butt, and you're fun in the sack. Doesn't mean we're engaged." Holden rocked back on his heels, feeling himself frown. "Ade. For this to work for me, it needs to be more .. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| f487223 | They were the people who thought it was a good idea to kill people who looked or acted differently against the people who didn't. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| b507c27 | Huh," Amos said over the ship system. "That is super creepy." | James S.A. Corey |