Quotes About Duster

Kowalski pulled his long coat back on and jostled his body to settle everything in place. His ankle-length duster could hide enough weapons to invade a small third-world country.

Sandor wore the duster because Lena had asked him to. The supple leather billowed and swirled around his legs as he strode down the sidewalk. He'd originally bought it because it hid his weapons, but if he'd known it would put that look in an attractive woman's eyes, he'd have bought one much sooner.

And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.

There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.

My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on.

And then, suddenly, he was there, charging down the hallway like Death in a cowboy duster.

Dimitri seemed to be trying to find a nice way to respond. He was as amazing to look at as ever, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with a long leather duster over it all.

The best job was when I was at drama school and I cleaned flats in the Barbican. I loved it. They were spotless anyway, so you'd just watch the telly and flick a duster around.

Why do you got to ask so many damn questions?" he wanted to know. As they went back out into the rain, he opened his black duster and closed it over her thin, shivering body, clasped her against him. "I'd rather ask questions," she said, "than answer them.

Cleaning is therapy for me. I'm not ashamed of holding the duster or broom.

He was about the color, shape, and size of an ostrich-feather duster and suited Garrett much better than either of them suited the décor of her townhouse.

The one bad thing about the duster," she mused. "I could never see your butt." "I never noticed." "If you went around noticing your own ass I'd worry about you, Harry.

I tried not to be too obviously interested, and fumbled my notebook and trusty pencil from my duster's pocket.