Wishes aren’t horses and I don’t get to ride.
Chicks. Christ. They just don’t get it sometimes.
Flames of another kind. Hellfire. You will believe you canna possibly endure the agony.
You like me.” “I do not,” she lied. “But I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” He was undaunted. “Aye, you like me, lass. I can tell. You called me by my given name and you are frowning, with dewy eyes. I forgive you for being cruel and thoughtless.
Once, he told them the truth. Chiseled a single commandment upon a slab of stone: That is how to live: in the choosing. There are no rules but those you make for yourself. The man to whom he’d entrusted the tablet promptly shattered it, chiseled ten precise commands upon two stone slabs and carried them down a mountain with the pomp and circumstance of a prophet. Religious wars ravaged that world ever since.
Problem is, I want to make breaking up Jo and Ryodan number one on my list, which is stupid because there’s nothing but personal satisfaction I’d gain from it, and while I’m all about personal satisfaction, I’m beginning to see a pattern: jumping on the short-term-gratification train always seems to wreck me off the rails somehow.
We justify our heartless calls by our commitment to one day defeat all our enemies so the people can live the remainder of their days in peace and prosperity. We’ve become politicians.
I’ve come to acknowledge the turd”.
Kid, you just never give up.” “I’m like, alive. How could I?
Turn back time to half-past innocence. But that clock’s lying on its side, hour hand spinning wildly, in a dirty Dublin alley near a gold makeup pouch half concealed by trash, and an address carved in stone by a dying woman. Broken.
You doona hate me for not being able to return you?” He paused for emphasis. “Ever, Gwen. I can’t return you ever.
What if I told you that when you kiss me, lass, I doona feel cursed? That mayhap your kisses could save me. Would you?
It irritated him that she wouldn’t turn about and look at him; it was the least she could do while they said nasty things to each other.
I couldn’t believe I’d so completely lost track of time, but I’d had monsters to fight, a police interrogation to deal with, a graveyard to search, my dad to send home, a mobster’s brother’s death to avert, a new job to learn, and an illegal auction to attend. It was a wonder I got anything done, really.
She was waiting for him to say something intelligent, Grimm realized. Damn the woman, but she should know better than that. Intelligent just didn’t happen when he was around Jillian.
He sucked in a harsh breath and was silent a long while, relishing her words. “Ah, Gwen, my lovely wee Gwen, I thought I might ne’er hear such words.” He lifted her hair away from her face and kissed her temple tenderly. “I love you. I adore you. I will cherish you all the days of my life,” he vowed. “I knew even back in your century that you were the one for me, the one I’d longed for all my life.
One thing I do know is things can always get worse, most often at the precise moment you’ve decided they can’t.
Do I, lass? Do I tempt you?
She scowled as the possibility occurred to her that she’d actually made herself ill merely by planning to pretend she was.
He’d brought out the best and worst in me, the most of everything. And when you got to have someone like that, anything less was empty, pointless.