Die besten Zitate der Welt!

I was terribly, painfully present in the world, and so far removed from it.

Lia Habel

Stichwörter: sad zombie

Bram knocked, and Chas opened the door, her music growing louder. She had strips of tinfoil in her hair and a cigarette dangling from her lips–which she immediately hid behind her back when she saw Bram.
"Hiiii!"
Both of Bram's brows flitted upward. "Hi." He looked at the foil. "I'm not even gonna ask."
"Martians are trying to control my thoughts, stupid." She noticed me then and smiled. "Hi, Nora! Ooh…" Her eyes fell to the weapon. "Shiny."
"Nora needs some more appropriate clothes if she's to use the shiny," Bram said.
Chas clapped her hands together. "Makeover!"
Oh, God no.…

Lia Habel

Stichwörter: humor nora bram chas chp20

[after Bram bit Nora at her request] It hit me then that she wasn't half as disgusted as she should be. '[Nora, a]re you … sure you're okay with it?'

She pulled her sleeve back up and shrugged. She was quiet for a minute before asking, '[Bram. ]Did you enjoy it?'

I decided to tell the truth. 'Yes. You wouldn't believe how good you taste. I don't think i could even describe it.'

She laughed. 'Good? Like filet mignon good? Or like … candy good?

Lia Habel

Stichwörter: humor bram chp37

First,' Dad said, giving me a stern look, 'Captain Griswold and you [Nora] and i must have a little chat.'

I batted my eyelashes at him, even as my cheeks heated. Chas choked, and scrawled out, You stil ow me detales! Detales!!!

Lia Habel

Stichwörter: humor nora chp38

It's not like I enjoy introducing myself as a creature from beyond the grave.

Lia Habel

I let her ask the questions. Predictably, the main questions she had were 'What?' and 'Am I going to be on the menu?' Oh, and 'What?

Lia Habel

You act like they're especially unholy or something.Are you trying to tell me that in the final showdown between evil and good, the weapons of choice will be guns and..cats?

Lia Habel

I had my father again.I had Bram back. We were a newly fashioned crew of soldiers and inventors and cheeky teenagers, armed with an airship and plenty or guns. We could, in theory, pack it all in if we wanted to, and strike out for part unknown. Colonize some little forgotten island, somewhere, and continue our adventures. Live generously; die gloriously.

Lia Habel

Besides, if you're sick, I'm on life support. As wrong as that joke is.

Lia Habel