Quotes About Danger

Increase in Reports of Influenza. A masterpiece of understatement, as if it were only the reporting that had increased, or perhaps the pandemic was a figment of the collective imagination. I wondered whether it was the newspaper publisher's decision to play down the danger or if he'd received orders from above.

A lady lion-tamer put her head in a lion's mouth last week, and he bit it off. If a lion attempted to put his head in my mouth I expect I would do the same.

I'm right there with you, darlin'. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I'm way back in the Operations Room.

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?

Stay back, human. You don't know what you're dealing with.

to Foaly) Captain Short's life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!

Sig Sauer. Nine millimetres. Thirteen in the magazine. Big bullets. One of these hits you and it could blow your head off; something even the magic can't fix. Other than that you should be all right, presuming you remembered to wear the regulation above-ground micro-fibre jumpsuit recently patented by me. Then again, being a Recon jock, you probably didn't.

Careful, Mr. Spiro, guns are dangerous. Especially the end with the hole.

Everything rests on the poisoned wine. If it were just the queen, I could force it down her gullet, but Declan Broekhart would run me through with that damned ceremonial sword, and if his wife's stares were daggers, he'd be dead already.

The others ignored him, busy doing what men generally do in dangerous times: putting on their trousers.

No one's ever really ready for a troll.

Exactly, Artemis," confirmed the bodyguard. "Or, as we used to say in the Delta: we are running blindfolded into the kill box." Artemis's face fell. Kill box? Holly shot Butler a withering glance. Nicely put, big guy. Artemis's family lives in that kill box.

which was a bit like a mouse chasing a cat, a giant mutant cat with laser eyes and a bellyful of smaller spiteful cats.

Any of these vultures smell weakness, and they'll mess you up faster than sugar in a gas tank.

When you decide to die, Artemis thought sluggishly, it doesn't matter how many people want to kill you.

Today he became a killer, or else a corpse.

Maybe I'm just gonna kill you, says Mike, peeved at being predictable. You ever think of that? No, Mike. Because if you wanted me dead, then four or five of your guys would be in the hospital and I'd have a flesh wound. Maybe.

We're off again, I suppose," said Mulch eventually. "Off on another save-the-world-nic-of-time-seat-of-your-pants adventure?

But calling up magic when there were arrows flying and chunks of the countryside disappearing was about as easy as going to the toilet on command with a dozen people watching. Who all hated you.

Du hast ja keine Ahnung, was du getan hast. Die beiden Welten auf diese Weise zusammenzubringen, könnte uns alle ins Unglück stürzen. Uns alle interessiert mich nicht, mir geht es nur um mich. Und glauben Sie mir, Captain, mir wird nicht das Geringste passieren.

Two hundred goblins versus our virtually unarmed three heroes. It was going to be close.

Deacon laughs. 'People like you and me, Dan, trouble sniffs us out. Maybe you can hide out for a while, maybe even a few years, but eventually someone needs to be saved or someone needs to be killed.

Arthur scowled. "The green death-ray colors? Yes, I can see those. I would prefer to see them from a great distance, so can we please get out of here?

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my…ah…butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun grenades concealed in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?" "The cosh, sir." "Oh, yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.