Kami said, "I want you to go in there and vamp that receptionist." "What?" Ash said blankly. "You know," Kami said. "Dazzle her with your charms. Rock her world. Go on." [...] "What," Ash said, "all of us?" "Do you want to stand around trying to guess if she likes pretty boys or rough trade?" Jared asked, gesturing lazily from Ash to himself. "Excuse me, what did you just call yourself?" Ash demanded. "No, wait a second, I don't care. What did you just call me?
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Were you raised in a barn? You don't just walk into someone's house." Ash laughed. "I have an open invitation to enter whenever I'm here." "Yeah, but what if he's naked or something?" Ash led him into the foyer. "I've known Kyrian for over two thousand years, and I can honesty say that I have never once caught him naked in his living room." The door closed behind them without Ash or Nick touching it- something that always unnerved Nick when Ash did it. "Besides, Rosa's still here. I know he's not walking around bare-assed with her on duty.
I need dating advice. Fast." Ash arched a single brow at that. "I'm useless. I've never been on one." The three human men turned to gape at him. "What?" Ash asked them defensively. Nick started laughing. "Oh man, this is priceless. Don't tell me the great Acheron is a virgin?" Ash gave him a droll look. "Yeah, Nick. I'm lily-white.
She understood that it had never just been about talent: it had also always been about money. Ethan was brilliant at what he did, and he might well have made it even if Ash's father hadn't encouraged him, but it really helped that Ethan had grown up in a sophisticated city, and that he had married into a wealthy family. Ash was talented, but not all that talented. This was the thing that no one said, not once. But of course it was fortunate that Ash didn't have to worry about money while trying to think about art. Her wealthy childhood had given her a head start, and now Ethan had picked up where her childhood had left off.
Stay in the car Nick" "okay." Ash gets out abd goes to look at the dead body. "For an immortal being with 11, 000 years under his belt Ash sure is stupid." Nick gets out and sees the blood. "That's a lot of blood." Nick's book starts sending him an alert. "What Lassie? You going to tell Timmy about the well?" pulls out book, and opens it. words start to appear. LOOK AND YOU WILL SEE THAT WHICH WAS CAN NEVER BE. WHEN THEY SEEK A BOY YOUR AGE... RUN, YOU FLIPPIN MORON, RUN! "I'm not gonna argue with my book on that. The safest place is with Ash.
Once, a few years earlier, Jules had gone to see a play at Ash's theater, and afterward, during the 'talkback, ' when the audience asked questions of the playwright and of Ash, who'd directed the production, a woman stood up and said, 'This one is for Ms. Wolf. My daughter wants to be a director too. She's applying to graduate school in directing, but I know very well that there are no jobs, and that she's probably only going to have her dreams dashed. Shouldn't I encourage her to do something else, to find some other field she can get into before too much time goes by?' And Ash had said to that mother, 'Well, if she's thinking about going into directing, she has to really, really want it. That's the first thing. Because if she doesn't, then there's no point in putting herself through all of this, because it's incredibly hard and dispiriting. But if she does really, really want it, and if she seems to have a talent for it, then I think you should tell her, 'That's wonderful.' Because the truth is, the world will probably whittle your daughter down. But a mother never should.
Ash: I know better than to interfere with the natural order, but I couldn't let you die. I didn't want to watch you suffer. Tory: Why would you do that? He led her hand to his face so that she was touching his cheek as he stared at her. His eyes and the pain in them burned her soul deep. Ash: Because I don't feel broken when you look at me.
Ash and Puck shared a brief glance, and then Ash pushed himself off the wall to stand beside me. 'Lead the way, ' he said, nodding into the darkness. 'We'll be right behind you.' 'For the record, ' Grimalkin stated as we ventured, single file, into the black, 'I do not think this is a good idea. But, as no one listens to the cat anymore, I will have to wait until we are completely lost to say 'I told you so.
Not half as much as I'd miss me if you killed me. (He blinked like a girl and leaned against Ash's shoulder.) Please don't hurt me, Ash. Please. I don't want to die while I'm still a virgin. At least let me get laid before you kill me "" which according to my mom I can't do until I'm married and I can't do that until I finish college. So you have to wait a good ten years before you snuff me. Deal? (Nick)
Ash should take the ladies, because he's charming." Ash looked pleased. Jared raised his eyebrows. "Are you saying that I'm not a charmer?" "You are very dear to me, but you have all the savoir faire of a wildebeest," Kami told him. "A wildebeest," Jared repeated. "A dashingly handsome wildebeest," Kami assured him.
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Ash nodded. 'Look for Oberon or Mab, ' he said grimly, scanning the battlefield. 'They'll likely be on opposite sides of the river. Try not to engage anything, Goodfellow. We don't want a fight - we just want to get the scepter to the queen.' 'Don't kid yourself, Prince.' Puck grinned and drew his daggers, pointing to Ash with the tip. 'You're a traitor, Meghan's the Summer princess, and I'm Robin Goodfellow. I'm sure the ranks of Unseelie will just let us waltz right through.
No matter what spiritual path you've walked or what teachings you've followed, they must lead you back to no path and no teaching. A true teaching is like a blazing fire that consumes itself. The teaching must not only consume you, but consume itself as well. All must be burned to ash, and then the ash must be burned. Then, and only then, is the Ultimate realized.
The kid dead on the ground. Fourteen, Ash. Fourteen. I'm fourteen." "" Nick "Yeah... " "" Acheron "Ash, I'm fourteen." "" Nick "Got it. You're fourteen. I'm so proud you can count that high. It's a testament to the modern American educational system. But I should probably point out that you're not the only one. I'm told you go a school with a whole class of "" get this "" kids who are fourteen." "" Acheron
If they can't survive alone for four days once a year, they deserve to die. (Acheron) That's harsh, for you. (Dante) Harsh? Tell you what, you take my phone and skim through the three thousand phone calls I get every day and night and see how harsh I am. I truly hate modern technology and phones in particular. I haven't had a full four hours of sleep in over fifty years. 'Ash, I broke a toenail, help me. Ash, my head hurts, what should I do?' (Acheron)
Meghan, ' whispered a voice, heart wrenchingly familiar, drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately, just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination, because the real owner of that voice would never be here, talking to me. Ash? 'Wake up, ' he murmured, his deep voice cutting through the layers of the darkness. 'Don't do this. If you don't come out of this soon, you'll fade away and drift forever. Fight it. Come back to us.' I didn't want to wake up. There was nothing but pain waiting for me in the real world. If I was asleep, I couldn't feel anything. If I was asleep, I didn't have to face Ash and the cold contempt on his face when he looked at me. Darkness was my retreat, my sanctuary. I drew back from Ash's voice, deeper into the comforting blackness. And, through the layer of dreams and delirium, I heard a quiet sob. 'Please.' A hand gripped mine, real and solid, anchoring me to the present. 'I know what you must think of me, but... ' The voice broke off, took a ragged breath. 'Don't leave, ' it whispered. 'Meghan, don't go. Come back to me.
For life is a fire burning along a piece of string--or is it a fuse to a powder keg which we call God?--and the string is what we don't know, our Ignorance, and the trail of ash, which, if a gust of wind does not come, keeps the structure of the string, is History, man's Knowledge, but it is dead, and when the fire has burned up all the string, then man's Knowledge will be equal to God's Knowledge and there won't be any fire, which is Life. Or if the string leads to a powder keg, then there will be a terrific blast of fire, and even the trail of ash will be blown completely away.
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