Quotes About Confrontation

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!

Damn Jeremy, you need to work on your vocabulary. So many good names to call me and the best you could come up with is bitch? Give me the salamander before you hurt yourself. Suck my dick...whore!

Some people had attack dogs. Ghastek had attack lawyers.

I will kill him." "Erra's eyebrows rose. "You'd have to go through me first." I shrugged. "I have to do something for a warm-up." She laughed softly. "That's the spirit. I do think you might be my favorite niece.

The woman stared at the ruined body. Blood dripped from her arm. A fine spray of red covered her face --must've been cast off when she slammed down the cans. She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered foot. Don't mess with Texas.

So. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and we've been in the same room for approximately five minutes, yet none of my bones are broken. This leads me to believe that your back is against the wall and you desperately need me for something. I'm dying to know what that is.

Is this you trying to cheer me up?" "What are you . . . going . . . to do about it?" I asked. "Your Wussiness?" He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. "Tap. You're out, Ass Kicker.

Mahon's wife stared down at us. Her hands went to her hips. Which one of you idiots wants to explain to me what the hell is going on? With great effort I raised my arm and pointed in Mahon's general direction. Him.

Let's talk." I pinned Red to his chair with my stare. I did deranged quite well, when the occasion required.

Curran, you can't bite his face off." "Yes, I can," Curran said in a monster voice. "You shouldn't." "He stole George's car. And he shot me." "He missed." "He missed, because I'm fast and I moved out of the way. If I bite his head off, he won't shoot me again.

I was a knight, Andrea said. I'm not just going to start shooting every dickhead who mouths off to me. Just making sure. Besides, if I shot him, I'd do it so nobody could trace it back to me. I'd shoot him somewhere remote, his head would explode like a melon, and they would never find his body. He would just vanish.

Bleed him and I'll skewer you like a stuck pig, I said through clenched teeth. No, you will try. You'll wave your sword around and talk a lot of shit and then back off at the last minute. And then I'll snap your neck and his.

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

It was one of those idiotic things that could've been resolved in a split second. Tara had no right to touch Raphael, and once she did he had every right to punch her. She should've left it at that, and now she was dead because she didn't.

What happened? You fell. Really? What did I fall into? My fist. That explains the headache.

How do we get out of this circle? I asked him. We kill him, he said. Good. Let's kill him and go home. I thought you'd never ask.

If you hang up on me again, I will slice your car into small pieces and hang them on your roof like Christmas wreaths.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

I was midway down to the first floor when it finally hit me: I had just told the alpha of all shapeshifters that hell would freeze over before I got into his bed. Not only had I just kissed any cooperation from the Pack good-bye, but I had also challenged him. Again. I stopped and hit my head a few times on the wall. Keep your mouth shut, stupid. Derek appeared at the bottom of the stairway. It went that well, huh?

It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.

When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [...]

Something clicked in my brain. "I remember where I've seen you before. You're Curran's..."—lover, mistress, honey-bunny—"significant other." Dear God, what could the Beast Lord's concubine possibly want from me?

On the seventh of May, Cerise Mar, Erian Mar, and Mikita Mar traveled to the aforementioned manor house and found Lagar Sheerile, Peva Sheerile, Arig Sheerile, and several men in their employ on the premises. Cerise Mar voiced a polite and a nonviolent request that they get the hell off our land, which was refused.