Quotes from Gena Showalter

Shit sprinkled with sugar was still shit.

If Zion had told the truth, if the All War was real and a group of warriors truly hoped to win control of Earth 300 meets Highlander style, the future was bleak for all humans, not just her, and...and...

How do you feel about stealing cars?

After dark, well, you stayed put.

I need a bath." Wanted to give her his absolute best, and be her best. He stood to unsteady legs and pulled her to her feet. She pouted, saying, "But why? I like you dirty. Filthy, even." How had he ever resisted her?

She gave him a double-birded salute, and he barked out a rusty laugh. I'm laughing. Me. When was the last time that had happened? He couldn't remember. But she kept doing things to amuse him. Shock him, even. Like pulling out a sword and expressing a very real fear about zombies. Zombies.

Luncher is a combo of lunch and dinner. Too late for lunch, but too early for dinner. Trademark pending.

My momma says we don't need a man to do our chores for us, 'cause we are smart and capable and I believe her even though Sara's mom says men were born to be our slaves, we just have to know how to manage them.

Livet är alldeles för kort för att man ska gräva ner sig i sorger

He was here! And he was performing live and in-person girl porn—household tasks!

Oh, sweet! New man meat's made it to town, y'all. Let's gobble.

Apparently you haven't gotten the memo. I am the Ice Man. Rude, honest to the point of brutal and emotionally unavailable. Women aren't exactly throwing themselves at me." A pause. "Anymore.

Do not worry about the nights you owe me," he said. "I will come back when you are better rested." I leaned back and closed my eyes. "I'll give you your nights, Devyn. You more than earned them. But you know what? I don't think you'll claim them. You're a man of honor, and you know I love another man." Silence. Silence that lasted a long, long time. "Damn you," he finally muttered.

I'm sorry, Puck. I truly am. I knew what was inside the case... Keelycael... she knew of our prophecy, claimed we were already on the path to destruction, and one of us would kill the other. This way, we can live. I just... I couldn't kill you, and I couldn't let you kill me. You would have hated yourself. I'm sorry," he repeated. "So sorry." - Sin to Puck

Vale, his tough as nails female, hurt deep inside, and Knox couldn't abide it. "You want to cuddle," he said. "we cuddle.

deeply. I was just refilling my glass, with every intention of dumping the contents in Lucius's face to wake him up, when he raced into the kitchen, a wild glaze in his ice-blue eyes. He stilled when he spied me. "I now own you," were the first words out of my mouth. "You're bought and paid for.

No one's going to hurt you," he assured her, even though he knew she couldn't hear. "I'm here. I'll protect you." As if she did indeed hear him, her features smoothed and her color deepened. So badly he wanted to kiss her, but he didn't. Not without permission.

Pin his fucking legs." "Can't. Got his arms." "Knock him out, Paris." "Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I'm at it?" A

Midnight. The witching hour, some say. Since it was 12:07 A.M. and I was standing over a dead body, I had to agree.

Alien Investigation and Removal agents, also known as A.I.R., were scouring the area, meticulously searching between every blade of brittle grass, every grain of dirt.

Stiamo davvero per fare sesso?» chiese Ashlyn senza fiato, la voce vibrante di timida speranza. «Oh, sì» rispose Maddox avanzando verso di lei. «Puoi starne certa, bellezza.»

I am an alien huntress. I am part of the A.I.R. team, working with or against the New Chicago PD—whichever suits me at the time. Every night I stalk and kill other-worlders, and whether I'm investigating a death or causing one myself, I have to shove sentiment aside, find humor where I can, and concentrate on the facts.

When I thought about it, I understood. Sometimes the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

little of the sparkle left his eyes. "You sure?" I tossed him an are-you-kidding-me frown. "Can a woman lose one hundred and seventy-five pounds of unwanted fat by divorcing her husband?" "Damn." He chuckled, the sound rich and husky in the twilight. "No wonder you're still single. You're vicious.