Torch strode over and stared at the fiver "What's this?" "Some change for you. Buy your flunkies some decent clothes." I dipped my fingers into the jar and smeared think fragrant paste on my face. Torch frowned, mirroring the expression on my aunt's face. "Change?" Oh, for crying out loud. "It's money. We don't use coins as currency now, we use paper money." He stared at me. "I'm insulting you! I'm saying your poor, like a beggar, because your undead are in rags. I'm offering to clothe your servants for you, because you can't provide for them. Come on, how thick do you have to be?" He jerked his hand up. A jet of flame erupted from his fingers, sliding against the ward. I jerked back from the windows on instinct. The fire died. I leaned forward. "Do you understand now?" More fire. "What's the matter? Was that not enough money?
Caleb jerked me into the room and quickly shut the door as he flipped on the lights. 'Well, that was just great, ' he said sarcastically. 'I'm sure she's seen your cute behind before, ' I told him as I went to my suitcase. 'I'm sure she changed plenty of your diapers.' He grimaces. 'I don't want to think about it.' I just laughed at him more
It was Will, filling the doorway with his lanky, broad-shouldred frame. His blue eyes where thunderous. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. So much for the brief peace they had achieved the night before. "I am practicing, " Cecily said. "You told me I would get no better without practice." "Not you. Gabriel Lightworm over here." Will jerked his chin toward the other boy. "Sorry. Lightwood.
Vera had not sensed my approach. She was peering into the instrument and turning knobs with child-like seriousness and ineptitude. It was obvious that she had never used a microscope before. I stole closer to her, and then I said, "Boo!" She jerked her head away from the eyepiece. "Hello, " I said. "You scared me to death, " she said. "Sorry, " I said, and I laughed. These ancient games go on and on. It's nice they do.
He pulled away the glove, and at the first glimpse of her fragile, white hand, all thoughts of negotiation fled. "I don't see how matters could become worse," he muttered. "I am already besotted with a needle-tongued, conceited, provoking ape leader of a lady." Her head jerked up. "Besotted? You're nothing like it. Vengeful is more like it. Spiteful.
He pulled away the glove, and at the first glimpse of her fragile, white hand, all thoughts of negotiation fled. "I don't see how matters could become worse, " he muttered. "I am already besotted with a needle-tongued, conceited, provoking ape leader of a lady." Her head jerked up. "Besotted? You're nothing like it. Vengeful is more like it. Spiteful.
Your boy here-" Ware jerked his head in angry indication "can't explain himself worth a damn." That;s hardly news to me. Nonethelss, " Gareth said, "I can't allow you to kill him. His death would be a terrible inconvenience for me." Ware snorted. "If this is a same of his behavior, his death couldn't be so inconvenient as his life.
This is a private home." "And?" "And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?" "No." "You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed. A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish." "Not when it's inconvenient.
V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos." "When did you get them?" "Almost three centuries ago." She whistled. "God, you live that long?" "Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.
I jerked my chin toward Frost's body. 'All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.' Hao said, "Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else." Half-naked, covered with the same filth we all were, he still gave the impression of being in control of himself and his environment.
Tears blurred her vision as she leaned over him. His mouth was surely made for smiling. For laughing. For kissing. Grief welled up along with the feeling that he might never do any of those things again. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. They were cool and unresponsive. Then they parted. She jerked back, saw his eyes flutter open. 'Don't stop now, ' he whispered.
You said we've got a new page. I figure I've got some say in what gets written on it. So I'm going to work on you. Last time around, you threw yourself at me.' 'I did no such thing.' 'Sure you did. But I can see I've got my work cut out for me this time. That's okay.' He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles before she jerked her hand free. 'In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy it.' 'I don't know why I waste my time trying to mend fences with you. You're as arrogant as you ever were.' 'Just the way you like me, sweetheart.
You said we've got a new page. I figure I've got some say in what gets written on it. So I'm going to work on you. Last time around, you threw yourself at me." "I did no such thing." "Sure you did. But I can see I've got my work cut out for me this time. That's okay." He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles before she jerked her hand free. "In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy it." "I don't know why I waste my time trying to mend fences with you. You're as arrogant as you ever were." "Just the way you like me, sweetheart.
And now I realize Lindsay's not fearless. She's terrified. She's terrified that people will find out she's faking, bullshitting her way through life, pretending to have everything together when really she's just floundering like the rest of us. Lindsay, who will bite at you if you even look in her direction the wrong way, like on of those tiny attack dogs that are always barking and snapping in the air before they're jerked backward on the chains that keep them in one place.
Creed must have responded in kind, because with a gasp, she broke off the kiss. Time crawled to a standstill, then shifted to a sprint. Nieve shoved the gun lodged between them into his ribs. His hand still covered hers, and with the well-trained instincts of an assassin, he jerked the gun to the side so that the bullet she fired embedded into the ground, kicking up dirt, and not in his heart.
Unless society came out past Flat Rock Crossroads, kept on past Booker T. High School, hung two rights, a left, turned in on Milk Farm Road and found Roland plowing a tobacco field, jerked him off the tractor, warped him and set him back up there without anybody riding by and noticing, blame can't be laid on society.
I felt the fangs against my neck and knew I was going to die. It was horrible. I wanted to live so, so badly... but this was how it would end. With my last moments, I started to yell at Christian to run, but then the Strigoi above my suddenly lit up like a torch. He jerked back, and I rolled out from underneath him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I turned to Christian, who was crouched on the ground. "Wow, " I said, helping him up. Obviously, he was the one who had saved me. "No shit, " he said. "Didn't know I had that much power.
Every man has a weakness," he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you." "Every man?" "Yes," he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. "What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked. "You.
Every man has a weakness, " he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you." "Every man?" "Yes, " he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. "What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked. "You.
A smile curled the corner of Xavier's mouth. 'You didn't think I would let her walk out of my arms without knowing I would see her again soon, did you?' Bryant shrugged. 'Well, no. I guess not. What are you going to do now?' The lid of the case slammed shut, and Xavier jerked his vibrating phone back out of his pocket. 'Well, as soon as I get these fires extinguished, I'm going to go start one with her.' Bryant laughed. 'After this long, that'll be one hell of a raging inferno.' 'I hope so.