The truth is so often disappointing, or ugly; don't you find that, ma petite?
Laurell K. HamiltonTag: truth
I didn't try to pull away; things that can bench-press Toyotas don't let go.
Laurell K. HamiltonWhy, you may ask, didn't we have a cow tonight? No one would sell Bayard one. He had the brilliant idea of telling the farmers why he wanted the cow. The God-fearing folk would sell their cows to be eaten, but not for raising zombies. Prejudiced bastards.
Laurell K. HamiltonTag: prejudice
I think we can do it."
"But you don't know for sure," he said.
"No."
"Geez, Anita."
"Don't get rattled on me. We can do this."
"But you aren't sure."
"I'm not sure we'll survive the plane ride home, but I'm still getting on the plane."
"Was that supposed to be comforting?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"It wasn't," he said.
"Sorry, but this is as good as it gets. You want certainty, be an accountant."
"I'm not good at math."
"Me either.
Tag: confidence
There is a frozen moment after a really good shot to the face. A moment of shock, or paralysis where all you can do is blink.
Laurell K. HamiltonLarry had brought me blue jeans, a red polo shirt, jogging socks, my white Nikes, an extra cross from my suitcase, the silver knives, the Firestar complete with inner pants holster, and the Browning and its shoulder holster. He'd forgotten a bra, but hey, except for that it was perfect.
Laurell K. HamiltonTag: packing
Every time I thought I understood the rules, they changed. Why was it that the damn rules always seemed to change for the worse?
Laurell K. HamiltonHuman lives are too short to waste in trivialities.
Laurell K. HamiltonTag: life
I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.
Laurell K. HamiltonI hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and the brain runs slower, and all you want to do is sleep. But I had promises to keep, and miles to go before I could sleep. Or at least a couple of miracles to perform before I could go to bed.
Laurell K. HamiltonTag: i-hate-work
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