Quotes About Pike

At the lodge the chief gave me many particulars which were relative to the late visit of the Spaniards.

The Pike is the meanest and most vicious of fresh-water fishes. This is caused by heredity and environment, or unfortunate social conditions in the water.

Pike spawn in February, March, and April because they cannot wait until May.

The victory is not gained by the men at arms, who manage the pike and the sword; but by the trumpeters

found these things in Heuvelman's book, In the Wake of the Sea-Serpents, and I suppose some similar account might have given Pike the whole idea

His face clouds over with incomprehension. You would know. You'd know, if you saw a pike.

Stepping into the apartment was like entering a furnace. Pike began sweating. They were in a cramped living room. As

I went back to the car. Pike said, "Just family, right?" "Or clever impersonators.

Pike pulled the hose from the side of the house, filled the bucket with sudsy water, then rinsed the car. He began at the nose, rubbing the car with his hand to slough away the dirt. The cat came out to watch. The water splashed his fur with liquid shrapnel, but the cat did not move. Pike

I glanced at Pike, but Pike was staring out the front door. Intimidating the neighborhood. I said, "Maybe he mentioned a buddy who worked at a Shell Station or an ex-con he would have drinks with.

Pike did not move his eye from the sight picture. Cole, Ramos, Park. The Zeiss was fitted with a laser range finder displaying the range in tiny red numerals in the upper right quadrant of the sight picture. Elvis Cole was forty-two meters away. Overkill. Stone

Jon Stone was more Joe's friend than mine, though 'friend' probably wasn't the right word. Jon was a private military contractor, which meant he was a mercenary. He was also a Princeton graduate and a former Delta Force operator. His primary client was the Department of Defense. Same boss, different pay grade. Pike

cat came toward him, paced away, then returned. Its dark face was as fierce as a Maori. The fur on its spine was spiked like a Mohawk warrior. Pike

When the doors opened, Bud led them into a reception area where an older woman with curly blond hair sat at a desk. She recognized Bud and waved them past. "He's back there somewhere. If he's not in his office, just ask. They're having some kind of problem." Cole nudged Pike and whispered, "Already? We just arrived.

You're a strange dude, Cole. Not as strange as Pike, but strange." Scott slid into his car, and drove away. I looked at Pike. "Are we strange?" Pike went to his Jeep without answering, and brought me back to my car.

The girl came out of the kitchen with the pot. She looked confused as she held up the pot, her expression saying what in hell is this? Pike raised a finger, telling her to wait, then checked his watch. It was now thirteen minutes before eight.

Pike immediately started the Jeep, but kept his voice calm. Panic bred panic. Calm inspired calm. These were lessons he learned in the battle space.

He turned and went out the back of the kitchen, the midget swaggering behind him. Eddie Tang went with them, walking backward and keeping his eyes on Joe Pike. He stopped in the door, gave Pike a nasty grin, then peeled up his sleeves to show the tattoos. He worked his arms to make the tattoos dance, then snarled and flexed the huge traps so they grew out of his back like spiny wings. Then he left.

Pike jogged back across Mulholland, and found Rose Platt squatting beside Rainey. He tried to understand what he felt about her, but he mostly felt nothing. Rose stood when she saw him, and Pike slowed to a walk. She still had the eyes. Smart, and complicated, and completely alive. Maybe that's what drew him to her. The life in her eyes. She

It's me. Where's Rina?" "With Yanni. I brought her back after our tour." "Do me a favor, and go get them. The ATF knows I was at their building, and suspects I was seeing a source. They want the source." Cole made a soft whistle. "How do you know?" "I just spent three hours with them." Pike sketched out what he found at Willowbrook, what happened when Walsh had him picked up, and the information she gave him about Darko.

He said, "Say location." No hello. No howzitgoin. All Pike all the time.

Pike said, "What's wrong?" "His name isn't Haines. It's Hewitt, and he isn't just your ordinary junkie. He's on the run from the Russian mob, he used to be in the federal witness protection program, and he doesn't have a clue that he or those children are in danger." Pike nodded. "So where's the surprise?" You never know if he means it.

I said, "Think they were cops?" "They match the descriptions you had. Both big, one bigger. Everything else is optics." Pike.

Pike's mouth twitched, and Cole wondered if Larkin had noticed that Pike never laughed or smiled. As if the part of a man who could feel that free was dead in Pike, or buried so deep that only a twitch could escape.