Quotes About Defiance

You will not pass!" Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

You know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and you're telling me 'no'. You'd pull on Death's whiskers if you could reach them.

You seem to be under the impression that I work for you and you can give me orders. Let me fix that. I hung up.

Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.

Why the rifle? Everybody knows you can't shoot." Who were these everybodies and would they like to stand in front of me, preferably within ten feet, so I could discuss this issue in greater detail.

I chuckled to myself and kept walking. The Universe had proven Curran wrong: a person who aggravated him more than me did, in fact, exist.

No, you're not going with him." I crossed my arms. "Who decided that?" He put on his "I'm alpha and I'm putting my foot down" expression. "I decided.

Very well. He sat cross-legged on the floor of the cage. You haven't run off so you want to talk. I will hear your explanation now. Really, Your Majesty? So good of you to condescend. I'll try to use small words and go slow. You're wasting my time. I know Jim betrayed me and you're covering for him. This is your chance to dazzle me wih your brillance or baffle me with your bullshit. You won't get another. When I get out, I won't be in the mood to listen.

Curran's eyes went gold. His voice dropped into a rough growl. If you're going to shoot, make sure to empty the clip, because after you're done, I'll shove that gun up your ass sideways. Blue Jacket blinked. Can you even do that? I asked. Let's find out. Curran stared at the thug. Well? Shoot, so we can start this experiment.

Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.

Enough, Curran said. An unmistakable command saturated his voice. Jim clicked his mouth shut. I crossed my arms. I'm sorry, is this the part where I fall to my knees and shiver in fear, Your Furriness? Silly me, I didn't get the memo.

Curran roared. The blast of noise erupting from his mouth was like thunder. I clenched up, fighting the urge to step back. "Yes I can," he snarled. "Listen: this is me telling you what you will not do." I raised the cookbook and tapped him on the nose. Bad cat.

You make me want to stab you. I have that effect on many people. How is it you're still alive? I'm hard to kill.

I didn't expect to sit here for hours. But if you're too hot, feel free to take the bra off." I gave him the finger. "What are you?" he asked. "I'm the woman you chained in your basement. I'm your captive. Your . . . victim. Yes, that's the right word. All of that education. How come nobody ever explained to you that you can't just kidnap people because you feel like it?

The last time we met, he tortured me," Ascanio said. He what? Could this get any worse? "You're still alive," Hugh said. "Clearly my heart wasn't in it.

Have your vote. But know this: if you come to remove me, come in force, because if you try to separate me from him, I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake. My aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die.

Punch any of mine, and I'll break your arm off and beat you to death with it.

What is he doing here? Curran growled. He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me. He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade. Tough luck. You're mine.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

Sometimes the Universe smiled. Mostly she kicked me in the face, stomped on my ribs once I fell down, and laughed at my pain, but once in a while she smiled.

Derek, if a boy wanted to take away a girl's power by having sex with her, what would you think about it? I'd break something. His leg. Maybe his arm. He squeezed the wire tighter. Probably wouldn't kill him unless he wanted to make an issue of it.

Mad Rogan: Resistance is futile. Nevada: You are not assimilating me!

I raised my foot and deliberately stomped on the bridge. This is my foot. I put it down. Deal with it.

Juke glanced into her cup before tipping it down to her mouth. Screw you! Now come on, sugar, you know I don't swing that way. Whatever!