Quotes About Mad Rogan

It's a very special couch," I told her. "Mad Rogan once fell asleep on it. We're thinking of having it gold-plated and donated to a museum . . .

I sniffed. "What?" "The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet.

Yes, I'm sure, Augustine," Mad Rogan said into the phone. "He didn't caress my cheek softly with his calloused fingers, but I saw a male hand.

Leon speared his strawberry with a fork. "I, for one, welcome our new Mad Rogan Overlord. I'm eager to learn and prove to be a valuable member of his team." "Shut up," Catalina, Bernard, and Arabella said at the same time.

Actually, I would be very grateful for a chance to clean up." Mad Rogan touched his forehead. His fingers came away bloody and stained with soot. Suddenly he looked young and disarming, like one of my cousins when they were in trouble. "And a bite of food if you could spare some." If he laid it on any thicker, he'd be ready to audition for Oliver. My mother couldn't possibly buy this.

Mad Rogan took in the canvas-covered vehicles. His eyebrows rose. "Is that a tank?" "Technically that's a gun on tracks. Mobile field artillery. That's a tank in the corner. His name is Romeo." Mad Rogan shook his head in disbelief.