“Mrrrp?
To anyone else in the Cahill universe, the high-pitched sound of the pet Egyptian Mau had a hundred different meanings: the playful mrrp, the I-want-red-snapper mrrp, the that-wasn't-enough-red-snapper mrrp, the thank-you-for-the-meager-portion-of-red-snapper mrrp. And on and on.
But to Ian Kabra's ears, each was the I-hate-you-with-all-my-soul mrrp.”
“Daniello, you do not like the bread? Eat! ...per favore, have some pasticcio di gnocchi alla boscaiola!"
"As long as you don't ask me to repeat the name," Dan replied.
Luna Amato chuckled. "Charming boy."
"Handsome, too," Dan said.”
“Dan watched in awe. "I didn't know you talk Turkey."
"I speak Turkish.”
“Once apon a time, Ian's dark, dreamy eyes had made her melt inside. The angle of his head, the wrinkle in the left corner of his lip—they'd obsessed her. And he'd been obsessed right back.
Now all Amy wanted to do was throw her shoe at the screen.”
“In a whirlwind, Reagan quickly knocked off fifty more push-ups, flipped, and did thirty crunches, then turned and landed a kick that dented the metal door. "I'm feeling sick, too, and look at me. What if Babe Ruth had said 'Time to Rest'? Or Michael Phelps? Or Neil Armstrong? Come on, guys–what are we?"
"Hungry," Natalie said.
"Sleepy," Alistair added.
"Grumpy," Fiske said.
"Sneezy," Phoenix piped up.
"Shot," Nellie said.”
“The roar of an engine blasted from his left—and a Harley-Davidson motorcycle with flame decals jumped the sidewalk in front of him.
A small crowd of travelers scattered.
"How do you say, 'You jerk!' in Turkish?" Jake asked.
"Erasmus!" Dan cried with relief.
Jake balled his fist angrily and shouted, "Erasmus!"”
“Did you hear that?" Casper said.
"Bats," Cheyenne replied.
Casper gasped with horror. "You know I hate bats," he hissed.
"Bats bats bats bats bats," Cheyenne said.
"Stop it! We're not kids anymore!" Casper shouted.
"This way, Braveheart.”
“When we grow up," she said, "we'll have amazing families. Our dens will be better than this. Your kids and my kids will play together in a humongous room with every kind of toy and game."
"Except I won't have kids," Dan said. "I'll come over myself and play...”
“You'll be boarding the nine twenty-one commercial flight as Shirley and Roderick Cliphorn."
"Roderick Cliphorn?" Dan groaned. Only someone with a name like Sinead Starling would have considered that normal.”
“Who needs bread crumbs," Dan replied, "when you have GPS?”
“Cheyenne snatched back her phone. "Someone took her brave pills today."
"And washed them down with stupid juice," Casper added, cocking his gun.”
“You guys are related to Jonah Wizard?" Jake asked, his lip curled disdainfully.
"And the other guy," Dan grumbled. "Vin Diesel's stunt double.”
“Dan was heading for the blue car in the driveway. He tossed Amy the car keys. "Don't drive like you! Make it fast!”
“There is nothing more precious than laughter”
“You’re my obsession, I’m your possession You own the deepest part of me You crawled into the darkness, set my monster free”
“I wasn't sure what I had just agreed to, or what was waiting for me around the next bend. What I did know, could feel in every cell of my body, was that I had just made an unbreakable deal with the devil and paying up might mark my soul forever.”
“Besides, if I’d decided to pull Carver’s spine out of his body, I would’ve done it already.”
“Can you actually do that?”
Curran frowned. “I don’t know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs . . . I’ll have to try it sometime.”
“The face that Moses had begged to see—was forbidden to see—was slapped bloody (Exodus 33:19–20). The thorns that God had sent to curse the earth’s rebellion now twisted around his own brow.… “On your back with you!” One raises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier’s heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner’s wrist. Someone must sustain the soldier’s life minute by minute, for no man has this power on his own. Who supplies breath to his lungs? Who gives energy to his cells? Who holds his molecules together? Only by the Son do “all things hold together” (Colossians 1:17). The victim wills that the soldier live on—he grants the warriors continued existence. The man swings. As the man swings, the Son recalls how”
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