I'm sorry about the trouble, Karen," he said, loud and clear, so everyone could hear how reasonable he was being.

She scowled up at him, eyes narrowed. Her arm flew almost faster than I could see. The smack of flesh against flesh was loud in the silence, and a small red handprint stood out starkly on his left cheek. "You have no idea how sorry you're going to be.

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Mots clés alpha malone mrs-sanders

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I give it a fifty-fifty chance of total failure. If Kai refuses to repay a debt he legitimately owes, he'll be dishonoured in front of his entire Flight. Thunderbirds always avenge their dead, honour their word, and pay their debts. Those seem to be the only laws they have." Based on what little time I'd spent with them.
Marc frowned. "It's the 'legitimately owes' part that worries me."
"Thus the fifty-fifty shot of failure." I stared up at the nest, watching for any sign of activity. "It all depends on whether or not I'm able to bullshit him into thinking he owes us."
"The odds are always in your favour when bullshit's involved." Jace grinned, and I couldn't help returning his smile.

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Mots clés jace alpha faythe-sanders marc

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Will there be enough to go around, or must we compete for our kills?"
"Unfortunately, I suspect there will be plenty, but that really depends on how many of you are willing to come." And that's when I lost track of who was speaking. They called out from everywhere, having apparently forgotten I was even there.
"All of us!"
"We will all go..."
"It's only far..."
"Someone must stay with the children..."
"Someone must stay to hunt..."
"Then we'll draw quills. Feathers into the pile! The twenty drawn will go and fight!"

"Wait!" I had to shout to be heard. "Don't you want the details?"
Kai frowned, one of the few birds paying me any attention. "No. We want the fight, and the feast."
"No! I said there will be no feasting! It's a war, not a f***ing dinner banquet!" I threw up my hands in exasperation.

Mentioning war to a Flight of thunderbirds was evidently like dangling candy in front of a class full of children! Ruthless, deadly children...

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Mots clés war alpha faythe-sanders thunderbirds

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I think some men are born with big egos, to make up for the lack of certain neessary equipment. Like a brain.

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I frowned, gaping at the blond in disbelief. “You’re the grim reaper?”
Tod glanced at me for the first time, his frown practically etched into place. “You were
expecting someone older? Taller? Maybe kind of gaunt and skeletal?”Contempt dripped from his words like acid.

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I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

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It's gonna be the scene of a homicide if you don't put bitchy on the back burner

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Mots clés humour sophie emma

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That damn mara was an emotional ninja, sneaking up on your heart when you least expected it.

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Mots clés ninja sabine-campbell

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Some day soon, reaper, your mouth is going to be the source of your own destruction."
"That does seem likely, doesn’t it?" Tod glanced at me and shrugged. "Until then, it remains a source of my own amusement.

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Mots clés tod

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Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper!

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