“I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.”
“Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God.”
“We’re going jogging.”
“I don’t run for recreation. I run when someone’s after me with a weapon.”
“That can be arranged,”
“Not really hungry."
"She’ll eat." Pritkin said curtly.
"I said —"
"If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation."
"I eat plenty."
"The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however."
"I’ll have a sandwich," I told Nick. "No meat.”
“No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.”
“Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.”
“I couldn’t see Pritkin’s face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didn’t sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode... pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, I’d learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off. I suspected that this was the last kind. If so, that made two of us.”
“He shook me, and despite it being one-handed, it made my teeth rattle. “If anything like that ever happens again. You. Leave. Me. Behind. Do you understand?”
I would have argued, but I was feeling a little shocky for some reason. “I’m not good at abandoning people,” I finally said.
A front-desk person scurried over, first-aid kit in hand, but Pritkin snarled at the poor guy and he quickly backed up a step. “Then get good at it!”
He stomped off, limping, one shoulder hanging at an odd angle. “You’re welcome,” I murmured.”
“My new 9mm didn’t fit my hand as well as my old one, but it was rapidly becoming a familiar weight. At first I’d decided it was okay to wear as long as I shot only at supernatural bad guys who were already shooting at me. Lately, I’d had to broaden that definition to anytime my life was in danger. I was currently leaning toward a slightly more comprehensive rule somewhere between proactive self-defense and the-bastards-had-it-coming, which, if I survived long enough, I intended to blame on my deranged partner rubbing off on me.”
“I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn’t smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.”
“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.
But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?”
“Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing.
He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He’d washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.”
“I narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-de’s little gift, I assumed. “You look better in color,” I snapped.
He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. “Really? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.”
“Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. “My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them.”
“Then strip.”
“I beg your pardon?” He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn’t possibly have heard right.”
“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.”
“I’d never known that
anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.”
“To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.”
“He had all the self-preservation instincts of a bug near a shiny windshield.”
“One of the ghosts knows where the passage is!” I told Pritkin. He looked surprised and I scowled. Just because I didn’t know seven ways to kill a guy with my elbow didn’t make me completely useless.”
“He was an enigma, John Pritkin: a mad scientist with gun calluses and old scars and even more secrets than me.”
“Stop feeling useless and worthless. Stop drowning in regret. Stop listening to the persistent voice of your past failures. You were that child once, who Margo would have killed for. Fight for yourselves. You have a right to live, and to live well. You’ll inherit flaws; you’ll develop new ones. And that’s okay. Wear them, own them, use them to survive. Don’t kill others; don’t kill yourselves. Be bold about your right to be loved. And most importantly, don’t be ashamed of where you’ve come from, or the mistakes you’ve made. In blindness, love will exhume you.”
“There should be no room in your life for regret. If in the moment of doing you felt clarity, you felt certainty, then why feel regret later?” She”
“Like everything perfect, he set up a ferocious pain inside me -- a flickering, griping sort of pain, because nothing as marvelous as that is ever within reach, is it? Nothing as beautiful can ever last.”
“Aunque esta definición incluye la palabra acuerdo a fin de mostrar que hay dos partes, Dios y el hombre, que deben entrar en las estipulaciones de esas relaciones, la frase «divinamente impuesto» aparece también para mostrar que el hombre nunca puede negociar con Dios o cambiar los términos del pacto. Él solo puede aceptar las obligaciones del pacto o rechazarlas. Probablemente por esta razón los traductores griegos del Antiguo Testamento (de la traducción conocida como la Septuaginta), y, siguiéndolos a ellos, los autores del Nuevo Testamento, no usaron la palabra griega común que denotaba contratos o acuerdos en los que ambas partes eran iguales (syntheke), sino que más bien eligieron una palabra menos común, diadsékh, que hace hincapié en que las provisiones del pacto fueron establecidas solo por una de las partes. (De hecho, la palabra diadsékh”
“I love you, Aura," Logan whispered. "Body or not, as long as I'm in this world, I want to be with you.”
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