Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They adopted costumes and personas, trying to make themselves larger-than-life and hoping to inspire fear. They counted on that fear. One could fight a man, but nobody could fight a nightmare.
Ilona AndrewsMots clés fear
It seems that we had...not a better education, per se, but perhaps more incentive to use it. They learn, but they hardly think.
Ilona AndrewsMy youngest brother killed a lynx yesterday,” Rose said.
“Apparently it came into his territory and left some spray marks. He skinned it, smeared himself in its blood, and put its pelt on his shoulders like a cape. And that’s how he came dressed for breakfast.”
Cerise drank some beer. “My sister kills small animals and hangs their
corpses on a tree, because she thinks she is a monster and she’s convinced
we’ll eventually banish her from the house. They’re her rations. Just in case.”
Rose blinked. “I see. I think we’re going to get along just fine, don’t you?”
“I think so, yes.
Mots clés siblings
How did the hearing go?” she asked.
“We won, sort of,” Kaldar said. “We die at dawn.”
“The court gave the Sheeriles twenty-four hours,” William corrected.
“Yes, but ‘we die at dawn the day after tomorrow’ doesn’t sound nearly
as dramatic.”
“Does it have to be dramatic all the time?” Catherine murmured.
“Of course. Everyone has a talent. Yours is crocheting and mine is
making melodramatic statements.
Mots clés talent
The first rule of etiquette a boy learns when he's about to enter
society is that civility is due to all women. No provocation, no
matter how unjust and rudely delivered, can validate a man who fails
to treat a woman with anything less than utmost courtesy."
The boys hung on his every word. He glanced in her direction.
"I have met some incredibly unpleasant women, and I have never failed
in this duty. But I must admit: your sister may prove my undoing.
Mots clés manners politeness etiquette
It's my uniform. Everyone in my company wears it."
"It's hideous."
Rose felt her hackles rise. The neon green uniform was hideous, but
she didn't appreciate him pointing it out. She opened her mouth.
"Yet despite it, you look lovely," he said.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she told him.
"It's not flattery," he said coldly. "Flattery requires exaggeration.
I'm merely stating a fact. You're a beautiful woman wearing an ugly
sack of unnatural color.
He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me?
Ilona AndrewsEleven out of twelve work fine. I'd say that's better chances than getting an orgasm with a blind date and women still try.
Ilona AndrewsOnly poor people are weird. Rich people are eccentric.
Ilona AndrewsWhy could nothing with Kate be simple? Why couldn’t Jim ever just come by to tell me that he had bowled a perfect game or benched a personal best.
Maybe finally asked that weird tiger girl out.
Mots clés curran
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