Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.
S.J. KincaidMots clés humor
That smile of hers could seriously crash planes.
S.J. KincaidMots clés insignia-romance
He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict on him.
S.J. KincaidHe began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop laughing at yourself.
S.J. KincaidShe needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me."
"You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'?
He likes her."
"Yuri, no!" Vik said.
Yuri turned redder, confirming it.
"Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried.
Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts."
"Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!"
"I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!"
"It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said.
"Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground.
Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature.
There really was nothing firm, nothing certain. Even here, even at this place where he thought he’d found something permanent—everything could change in a day. Everything could be lost so quickly.
S.J. KincaidYou’ve downloaded this information,” Cromwell said briskly, “so let’s make sure you understand it. We’ve been examining the evolution of combat, weaponry, and tactics. History has shown one simple fact: people are people. Period. All the technology and progress in the world can’t change the fundamentals of human nature. There will always be war as long as human beings are capable of envy, hatred, and fear.
S.J. KincaidDie slowly, Tom.
S.J. KincaidMots clés humor
Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat ship maneuvering in space ,and then she flickered away. The simulation darkened around him. Tom pulled out his neural wire, Medusa's dangerous smile lingering in his brain.
S.J. KincaidMots clés romance-insignia
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