Quotes About Moning

Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

From who?" "From whom, I believe is the correct phrasing." "All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?

Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt. "Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons." "Touché, Ms. Lane," he murmured.

He looked blank. "He's the one who's been doing the magic against us?" "Duh," I said. "Doona be 'duh'ing me, lass," he growled, his burr thickening.

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

He looks at me, looks at my head, and his lips twitch like he's trying not to bust out laughing. "You don't need that... whatever the fuck it is." "Ain't dying by Shade. It's a MacHalo.

Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.

Ryodan says softly, "Holy strawberries, Dani, we're in a jam.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we'll talk.

Are you defending me in a premonition where I turned into a she-bitch from hell?" "I'll defend you everywhere.

Did you fuck him?" "Ah!" I yelled. "Of course not!" I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there a minute. "Wouldn't I be an addict if I did?" I raised my face. Barrons studied me, dark eyes cold. "Not if he protected you." "They can do that? Really?" "Try not to sound so intrigued, Ms. Lane.

Ignoring it makes it irrelevant. No man wants his nudity to be irrelevant.

You came to Dublin, avenging angel, and what's the first thing you did? Fucked the devil. Oops, shit, eh?

Time does not define the act. Time is impartial; it neither condemns nor absolves. The action contains intent, and intent is where the definition lies.

Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt.

CJ It took me a moment to figure out the initials.Constant Jackass. I smiled. "Apology accepted, Barrons, if it's the Ferrari." It was.

Dude, you are one sick feck." "Och, Dani, my love," he says, gliding toward the bed, "you've really no idea.

heart had reasons of which reason knew nothing, the only quote of Pascal's

Mythological race? Dark King? Magic? Was this all some kind of joke?

Temper, temper, wee English. 'Tis truly most becoming to you.

Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.