Quotes About Conflict

I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall.

Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag!" Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.

I jumped at him with a howl, and Al grabbed me by the neck. I clawed at him, and he casually thunked my head into the wall.

I wanted it, then felt guilty for wanting water when my friends were going to kill each other.

If Jenks and she were to be believed, I structured my life to be as horrific as possible to have fun in bed, but having Ivy mad at me might be too much for even me right now.

Jenks snorted, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it away. "You can help Rachel by dropping dead." "That's still an option," said Ivy.

I like where I live," he said, landing behind the side pocket in his best Peter Pan pose. "You two women are too flaky to put my family in your hands. Just ask anyone here. They'd agree with me!" Ivy huffed and turned her back on him, muttering under her breath, but I could tell she was relieved her new landlord wasn't her mom.

Trent was Cincinnati's most eligible bachelor, still single because of me. He'd thanked me for that in a weird moment of honesty when he thought we might die in a demon's prison cell. I was still wondering why I'd bothered to save his little elf butt. Misplaced responsibility, maybe? That I'd saved his life didn't seem to mean anything to him, since he had tried to make my skull one with a tombstone not three seconds after I got us safe.

Bug?" Jenks shouted, incensed. "You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you?

Revenge is a tricky beast. Her claws face both ways. I don't mind a few more scars. They'll be unnoticed among the rest.

My name is Bis," he said, "and I was kicked off the basilica because I was spitting on the people coming in. Suck-up little Glissando thinks she knows angel dust from dirt and tattled on me.

Al had tried to kill me. Okay, he'd tried to kill me a couple of times, but this last time I think he'd really meant it.

Get out," he said flatly. "I just got her normal again. Get out before you turn her into a sniveling, twitterpated…twit!" "Jenks!" I exclaimed, and Pierce put a calming hand on me. "That is my intent, Jenks," he said gallantly, and I wondered if Pierce meant his intent was to leave or to turn me into a twitterpated twit.

The former world leader snarled at me when he found his balance. My face went cold, and I wondered if I'd fare better in the circle with Al.

He may be your son, but it was my old boyfriend who got him in trouble. He lied to you. He lied to me. And I'm going up there so I can kick Nick's ass from here to the ever-after.

Learning to understand those you hate and fear is harder. I

It's harder to fall in love with a man when he's killing people.

The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism.

Bug!" Francis exclaimed. "You're a—" His words choked off with a rasp as I jerked my arm. "Bug?" Jenks shouted, incensed. "You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now!

Quen said. "Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.

Look," I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. "I don't like you. Jenks doesn't like you. And Ivy wants to eat you. Start talking.

You've been nothing but a pain in the ass," she said as she grabbed her purse, just about the only thing she had since we'd kidnapped her. "No wonder Rachel doesn't like you. I don't like you, and I like everyone.

Shades of gray, I thought, knowing I was slipping into places I had vowed I'd never go.

A person is okay," he said, peering into the darkness and the open street. "But when you put a bunch of us together, something is switched on, something ugly." He glanced at her apologetically. "All of us, humans and nonhumans alike, are genetically primed to attack what's different from the collective.