Quotes About Defiance

He growls, "That fuck is dead. I burned what was left of him, poked around in the ashes, and waited to see if anything rose. It didn't. I ate them." I burst out laughing. "You did not eat Cruce's ashes." "The fuck I didn't.

You don't know me inside and out. You may have gotten in my skin, but you have never gotten inside my heart. Go ahead, Barrons, make me slice and dice myself. Go ahead, play games with me. Push me around. Lie to me. Bully me. Be your usual constant jackass self. Stalk around all broody and pissy and secretive, but you're wrong about me. There's something inside me you'd better be afraid of. And you can't touch my soul. You will never touch my soul!

Put me down. I can walk." "Nay. I've no desire for you to be master of your destiny in any manner, however small. You are too unpredictable." "I'm unpredictable?" "Aye." She was speechless a moment. Then she pinched his butt, hard. "Ow!" He smacked her bottom. "Ow!" she yelped. "Behave," he growled. "Tit for tat, lass. Remember that.

Flattered as I am that you count me among the beautiful people, Barrons, allow me to point out that I'm still alive. I encountered the Gray Man and I'm still here, just as pretty as always, dickhead.

You son of a bitch. You hurt my woman," Dageus growled

Chloe-lass, I'm going to keep you." "Keep me, my ass," she snapped. "I don't agree to being kept." "Forever," he said, with a chilling smile. "And you will.

Accept that you're outgunned? Stay on the floor and don't even try to fight? What kind of life is that?

Next thing I know I'm hiking that sweet, short skirt up over her sweet round ass, breaking my own rules, gonna screw a brunette, on the highway to Hell.

I'm not afraid of Hell. I lived there once. And if I have to go back again, I'll swagger through those gates with fire in my blood and war in my heart. And I'll. Take. No. Prisoners.

Does mercy look like my middle fucking name?

Unmute yourself," I demanded. "I. Am. Not. Muted." Did he ever sound pissed!

She gave him her most forbidding you-will-obey-me-little-boy-or-die glance. They waged a battle with their glares—his challenging, hers promising divine retribution—until with a gamin grin he leaped to his feet, slipped behind her, and was gone.

I speak belligerence in every language known to man.

Don't need your approval," I say irritably. "Don't need anybody's." "Stay that way.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Still irritable and defiant, despite her fear. She's a piece of work. "That's a risk we're both taking. We don't know each other. Do you really want to stay in the bottle?" "For now," she says tightly, "I think so, yes." "Fine. Have it your way. If you come out, you must come directly to me, and I will set the parameters you must obey. Deal?" "Deal.

What did you wish for, Grimm?" Hawk ignored the warning with the devil-may-care attitude that was his wont where the lasses were concerned. A slow smile slid over Grimm's face. "A lass who doesn't want you. A lovely, nay, an earth-shatteringly beautiful one, with wit and wisdom to boot. One with a perfect face and a perfect body and a perfect 'no' on her perfect lips for you, my oh-so perfect friend. And I also wished to be allowed to watch the battle.

Fuck normal. Give me a good war any day.

If that was how he asserted his control, she might just have to challenge his authority more often.

Some people wouldn't see a traitor when they looked at me. Some people would see a survivor. Call me anything you like—I sleep fine at night. But you will look at me when you say it.

Some people wouldn't see a traitor when they looked at me. Some people would see a survivor. Call me anything you like—I sleep fine at night.

Should any of us be desperate enough to find our own solution and dare to take action, we would have been pronounced to be the lowest of all disobedient wives

Over my dedad body, was his first thought. His second? No, over Carl's.

Over my dead body was his first thought. His second? No, Over Carls.