What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.
Dana Marton, Flash Fire.
“Nothing woke up a man as quickly in the morning as a scorpion in his pants.”
“Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?" He gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people ...”
“No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake. The were never, ever, ever going to work together.”
“She had the soft presence of a fish hook in the eye.”
“Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next." "Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.”
“Where did you grow up?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?”
“He yanked off his shift, and she kicked off her sandals. Then she was on her knees on the bed, unfastening his belt and unzipping his zipper. He was already full to bursting. She glanced up at him....”
“Not today. Not sitting next to Quinn who was semi-casual in black slacks and a gray sweater pushed up to his muscular forearms. Seriously, why did forearms have to be so sexy?Why did he have to be ...”
“Crap. I was hopin all things ugly had been raptured, but youre still muckin up the planet.We must share the same faith, honey. Cause beauty checked out when you showed up.”
“Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my neck. Fingers like frostbitten twigs that made me ache inside.”
“Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don't give much thought to yes...”