“It's easy to get rid of people, Christophe. All you have to do is rely on them.”
“People hate it when you call them on jackassery. That's a big fact of human nature: Not a lot of people want to be called on being assholes. They prefer to do their assholishness in the dark and cover it up with fancy words. Because they don't mind being evil - they just hate being evil where people might see.”
“Get me some Midol, all right?"
Benjamin all but choked. Leon studies the ceiling with a great deal of interest, a smile twitching at the corners of his thin mouth. While Benjamin looked ready to sink into the floor, Leon looked highly amused.
I decided I liked him.
"I think you should pick your own Midol." Graves even said it with a straight face, but there was a ghost of a grin quirking his lips......"Cause, you know, there's different types.”
“I wished Graves would look at me. But he just stood there, glaring out from under his hair. I'm sure he could have painted fuck-off on his forehead and it would have been more subtle.”
“You told me it was us against the world.”
“Graves is going to shit a brick over this one.”
“Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works.”
“And that must be Mr.Graves. My, aren't you the handsome one? If I had space free on my guards I might almost break the tradition and offer you a Trial challenge."
"That's assuming I'd take it."
[...]
"Oh, Kir. Relax. Mr. Graves has a sarcastic sense of humor. It's something to apreciate in a man. Boy humor is so juvenile."
"It wasn't sarcasm. It was pointiong out a fallacy in your logic, babe."
Anna's jaw actually dropped.”
“Get to it. I mean, if you're wanting to beat me up, too, you'll have to stand in line.”
“Why do you suppose Scarabus had to hide his sister?"
I just knew I was going to say something snide. "For snacking later?"
There were a couple of gasps, one horrified chuckle, and several snorts.”
“He was full of suprises, my Goth Boy.”
“I don't have an accent. Northerners just talk funny.”
“I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.”
“I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.”
“Do you have any idea how creepy that is, that you were in love with my mother and you're so....all over me?”
“Dru? Don't leave wihtout me."
What could I say to that? I said the only thing I could.
"I promise.”
“Sometimes you meet a girl and it's like matter and antimatter. You just hate each other for no damn reason.”
“No,” he agreed. “You’re not. She never caused me this agony.”
What could I say to that? The way he was looking at me was making my head feel funny. Was making me feel funny and not just in that oh God I just almost died way.
Christophe leaned in. His mouth was a mere centimetres from me. “She never made me think I would die of heart failure. She never, never made me fear for her this way.”
“Call them fangs, Dru. That's what they are.”
“Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.”
“The ice," Leon said to thin air over my head, "has now officially broken.”
“Give her the goddamn Advil, Dibs. Jesus.”
“At least you're not being attacked by vampires anymore. That's something.”
“It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe."
Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.”
“It seems to me that if a man can so train himself that he may live honestly and die fearlessly, he has done about as much as is necessary.”
“I am waiting to plunge down, to shatter and crash, roar and boom, to bury your trail, and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass!”
“Charlotte was used to all the marks of war: the shabbiness of things, bad food, shop queues, posters about the war effort, people with worried faces, people dressed in black. She was used to seeing the wounded men from the hospital with their bright blue uniforms and bright red ties, the colours, she thought, if not the clothes of Arthur's soldiers. Such things did not disturb her, and the war seemed quite remote. But this disturbed her, the grotesque kind of circus that came now. It did not seem remote at all, nor did it fit with her vague ideas of war gained from those books of Arthur's she had read, with their flags and glory and brave drummer boys. How could you dare to become a soldier, knowing that you might end like this? There were men like clowns with white heads, white arms, white legs, men with crutches, slings, and bloodied bandages, and all so distressingly like men you would expect to see walking down the street, two armed, two legged, in hats instead of bandages and suits of black not battered khaki. Some came on stretchers borne by whole and ordinary men, some hobbled and leaned on whole ordinary arms. Most had mud dried thick across their clothes, and all came from the dark station's mouth with the spewings of trains behind, the clankings, thumpings, grindings, the sounds like great devils taking in breaths and blowing them out again.”
“How disorienting and isolating immortality must be, and how strong he must be to weather it.”
“This suggests Query: Does Robert, perhaps, take in what I say even when he makes no reply?”
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