Quotes About Curran

Curran, please don't bite his head off." "Why?" "Because it's illegal. Technically you assaulted him first when you threw him across the lawn." "I didn't throw him very far." I rolled my eyes. "I could've thrown him straight up and let him land on the pavement." "That would also be illegal." "You keep bringing this 'illegal' thing up as if it means something to me.

Why him?" he growled. "Of all the men you could have, why would you hire him for that?" "Because he has the best equipment in the city and he knows how to use it!" As soon as I said it, I realized how he would take it. The beginnings of another thundering roar died in Curran's throat. He stared at me, mute.

So the boy's life is still in jeopardy," Ghastek said. Thank you, Captain Obvious . "It's being handled," Curran said. "I would like to be involved in that handling." "I'm sure you would," Curran said. "It's hard to believe, but I go whole days without worrying about your likes and dislikes.

I smiled. Curran and I had agreed to maintain a low profile after moving. Think normal suburban thoughts. How hard could this be, right?

Curran. You're taking a nap? Come on Kate, I need you for this fight, Stop lying around. You sonovabitch. I rolled to my feet and grabbed my sword. You must think you're funny.

We did visit, eight months ago. Which was why Paul had had to work extra hard to convince Curran that there was absolutely no way to put a moat around our new residence. He still wanted it and swore he'd find a way somehow.

Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns it?" "Curran, I will punch you." "Rough play." Curran pretended to shiver in excitement.

NO." CURRAN STRODE TO THE CAR, HEADING DOWN the street away from the temple. "No what?" I knew what, but I wanted him to spell it out. That way I could shut him down better.

Curran could be described in many ways: dangerous, powerful . . . insufferable. "Elegant" usually wasn't one of the adjectives used, and as he walked next to me, I wished I had a camera so I could commemorate the moment. And then blackmail him with it.

As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. "What?" "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints." Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that," I told Curran. "I need to fan myself." "No, you don't.

The scouts report there was a giant incident near the Casino," Robert said, hanging up. "What kind of a giant incident?" Desandra asked. Curran's face was terrible. "An incident with a giant in it," Robert clarified, and saw me.

As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. "What?" "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints." Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that," I told Curran. "I need to fan myself." "No, you don't.

The phone rang. I picked it up. "Are you sitting down?" Curran's voice asked. "Yes." "Good." Click. I listened to the disconnect signal. If he wanted me to sit, then I'd stand. I got up. The chair got up with me and I ended up bent over my desk, with the chair stuck to my butt. I grabbed the edge of the chair and tried to pull it off. It remained stuck. I would murder him. Slowly. And I'd enjoy every second of it.

She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing… "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty." Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.