Quotes About Danger

No," Tori said. "I kidnapped her and forced her to escape with me. I've been using her as a human shield against those guys with guns, and I was just about to strangle her and leave her body here to throw them off my trail. But then you showed up and foiled my evil plans. Lucky for you, though. You get to rescue poor little Chloe again and win her undying gratitude.

Switchblade, I said. Nice. I could use one of those. That's not enough? He whispered, pointing at my gun. It does the job, if the job us to kill. I need a backup that's not always so lethal. You could try getting yourself into fewer situations where you need a weapon.

So why was his stomach tightening and twisting with every step up those stairs? Because hope was a dangerous thing. It said the failure would be his own fault alone.

Don't be stupid. I have a gun." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the .45. "Which will knock you on your ass if you try firing with a bad leg. Sit down before you fall.

See? It's a menace. We may have escaped a thunder hawk, but ultimately, we will perish . . . killed by my hair.

I'm warning you," he said. "You don't want to run." "Why not?" "Because I'm faster than you." "Think so?" "Know so, and when I catch you--" I took off. I ran across the open field atop the cliff, and quickly realized that was a mistake. He might not be faster than me, but he was fast enough that I could hear him right on my heels.

Whether he killed her or scavenged her remains, he's a man-eater now, so he can't stay. I just don't want to jump to the conclusion he's the killer and overlook the possibility she was--" Daniel's arm nudged mine. A subtle gesture that could be accidental, but when you've been friends this long, you know when you're being told to shut up.

You've forgotten everything my dad taught us all about dealing with big cats, haven't you?" "Oddly, it's slipped my mind. Something to do with seeing six-inch fangs a foot from my throat." "They're two inches, tops, and she's a meter away." "Maya…

I swung onto the next branch as Rafe did the same on the other side. I felt the bear's hot breath on my stockinged foot and snatched it away as his teeth clicked together. He roared in frustration, then leaned on the tree and shook it again. "Hold on!" Rafe shouted, like I was planning on doing anything else.

We walked about fifteen minutes before we heard an oncoming car. Corey stepped into the middle of the road. A pickup whipped around the curve. Corey waved his arms. The guy in the pickup laid on his horn and veered past, sending Corey stumbling as his bad knee gave way. Daniel and I helped him up. "Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said.

It's another trap." Corey looked at me. "It…sounds like it," I said. "But if it's a good trap, then they really did let Hayley go. She's out here as bait." "So you think you can outsmart them and rescue her?" Sam said. "No, the smart thing to do is keep going." We argued about that, of course.

Daniel and I helped him up. "Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck.

Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck." "From now on, we'll flag down cars from the shoulder." Daniel looked at Corey, who was rubbing his sore butt. "Or maybe the ditch.

She picked up a stick and began idling poking around a patch of bare earth. Then she wrote "Don't be stupid." She erased it, doodled a bit, then wrote, "I'm fine." I hesitated, but she was right. It was a trap and my chances of foiling it were slim to none. If I got caught, could I trust Daniel not to come after me? No. Could I trust Corey and Sam to make it to safety alone? No.

Our lips brushed. Then his eyes snapped open and he pulled back fast. I jerked away. "Right. Bad idea. We--" "No." He pointed. "That." I twisted to see a wall of smoke heading straight for us.

Rafe started to rise again. Daniel caught his arm. "They're not from the fire department," he whispered. "Right. In a fire truck, wearing fire--" "And carrying automatic rifles? Maybe that's standard gear for rescue workers in the States, but no one carries those here. Not even the cops.

My heart seized, and I stared as if he were holding out a vial of poison.

They aren't following us," Corey said. " Why aren't they following us?" "They know it won't be hard to find four kids tearing through the woods," Rafe said. "Daniel's right. We need to split up. Better than that, we need a target. One person to make more noise than all the others put together. That'd be me." A wry smile my way. "I'm good at causing trouble.

I bet if we bolted, we could lose them in ten seconds." "Don't tempt me," I muttered. He grinned and put out his hand to help me over a muddy patch. I crossed, then called back a warning to the others. Daniel seconded the warning and pointed out the mud. Hayley still slid and fell.

Once a guy had pulled a gun on him—there was no way to understand that, but, on the other hand, you knew exactly what was going on. With the zombies, who knew?

It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.

The knowledge that someone was trying his best to kill you was overwhelmingly oppressive

Desperate men are dangerous. And I do know that the United States is not ready to go to war against Japan. Our navy isn't ready and our air force isn't ready.

hombre que se jacta de conocer la voluntad de Dios y está dispuesto a cumplirla a toda costa es el hombre más peligroso del mundo».