“Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.”
“Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?"
I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.”
“I’ll give you this, Spartan. You sure can kiss. Feel free to lay one on me anytime you want to."
“Well, I do aim to please,” he drawled. “You should see what I can do with my hands. And other parts of my body.”
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? You’ve been cut open like a fish, there’s a psycho-killer Reaper after us, and you’re still hitting me up for sex?”
Logan shrugged, but the devilish light didn’t fade from his gaze. “Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero”
“How had I ever thought he was cute? He so needed to be locked up in an insane asylum somewhere. Too bad Batman wasn't here to come and drag his ass off to Arkham.”
“Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.”
“It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.”
“Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?”
“I might be old and cranky, but I'm not bloody stupid.”
“He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.”
“My heart lifted, and a matching grin curved my lips. He wanted to see me again. Maybe he really did like me after all. I felt like doing a happy dance, but of course, I was way too cool for that. I'd at least wait until I got back to my hotel room, alone, where no one would see.”
“Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.”
“I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.”
“I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.”
“The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach.
"Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.”
“I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.”
“It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.”
“I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.”
“And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.”
“I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.”
“I supposed images of an evil god who wanted to break free of his mythological prison and enslave the whole world
weren't any scarier than a guy wearing big red shoes,yellow plaid pants,and white face paint.Clowns had always creeped me out. They were so not funny.”
“The only things I could kill with ease were bugs and even then only the tiny ones the big ones crunched too much and made me feel all guilty and icked out.”
“Hey, are you okay?”he asked “Nickamedes told me what happened with Preston. He and the others were worried about you.
They’re out looking for you, along with Daphne, Carson, and Oliver.”I let out a bitter laugh.“I must have really freaked them out if Nickamedes was worried about me.”
“We can do this as many times as you want, Mrs. Cavendish.”
“we use the time we have. There is no other.”
“Her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite.”
“As modern-day neuroscience tells us, we are never in touch with the present, because neural information-processing itself takes time. Signals take time to travel from your sensory organs along the multiple neuronal pathways in your body to your brain, and they take time to be processed and transformed into objects, scenes, and complex situations. So, strictly speaking, what you are experiencing as the present moment is actually the past.”
“Knight seemed to him to be constantly playing some game of his own invention, without telling his partners its rules.”
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