Want to play some Battleship?”
I wasn’t leaving him alone with that thing in there.
Chad armed himself with a notebook, and we went to war. Historically, war has often been used as a distraction for problems at home.
Stichwörter: war
See you tomorrow,” he said, instead.
“All right.” Then, impulsively, I asked, “Do you have a place to sleep tonight?”
“Sure,” he said with a smile, and started off as if he had somewhere to be.
I could have bitten off my tongue because I pushed him into a lie. Once he started lying to me, it would be harder to get him to trust me with the truth. I don’t know why it works that way, but it does—at least in my experience.
I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to get at that information,” said Leslie.
“Don’t look,” said Goldstein, peering over Charles’s shoulder. “We don’t know anything about illegal hacking.” He whistled cheerily.
Stichwörter: humor alpha-and-omega leslie charles-cornick hacking illegal fair-game goldstein
They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song “Ar Lan y Môr.” And if there was something odd about returning from battle singing about lilies, rosemary, rocks, and—for some reason he’d never fathomed—eggs, of all things, by the sea, well, then the three of them made it sound pretty good and only he and Beauclaire knew Welsh.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: humor singing alpha-and-omega charles-cornick fair-game folk-songs alistair-beauclaire
If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: humor alpha-and-omega fair-game bran-cornick anna-cornick marrok
What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: humor witches interrogation werewolves leslie charles-cornick brother-wolf
There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: love alpha-and-omega charles-cornick mates fair-game anna-cornick
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: mortality alpha-and-omega fair-game alistair-beauclaire
Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.
Patricia BriggsStichwörter: humor werewolves alpha-and-omega indestructible leslie fair-game
Hey, Zee,” I said. “I take it that you can fix it, but it’ll be miserable, and you’d rather haul it to the dump and start from scratch.”
“Piece of junk,” groused Zee. “What’s not rusted to pieces is bent. If you took all the good parts and put them in a pile, you could carry them out in your pocket.” There was a little pause. “Even if you only had a small pocket.”
I patted the car. “Don’t you listen to him,” I whispered to it. “You’ll be out of here and back on the road in no time.”
Zee propelled himself all the way under the car so his head stuck out by my feet. “Don’t you promise something you can’t deliver,” he snarled.
I raised my eyebrows, and said in dulcet tones, “Are you telling me you can’t fix it? I’m sorry. I distinctly remember you saying that there is nothing you can’t fix. I must have been mistaken, and it was someone else wearing your mouth.”
He gave a growl that would have done Sam credit, and pushed himself back under again, muttering,“Deine Mutter war ein Cola-Automat!”
“Her mama might have been a pop machine,” I said, responding to one of the remarks I understood even at full Zee-speed. “Your mama . . .” sounds the same in a number of languages.
“But she was a beauty in her day.” I grinned at Gabriel. “We women have to stick together.
Stichwörter: humor cars mercy-thompson zee silver-borne gabriel-sandoval
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