Quotes About Conflict

First blood has been shed.

Running me off, are you? What about all this 'me Breed, you mate' crap you're always spouting?

As Rowdy watched his father leave the room, a heavy sigh slipped past his lips. Maria's objections to his relationship made more sense now. He shook his head, realizing how well his father, James Salyers, and Maria had kept that secret. Reputations. Theirs was intact, but his wasn't. And now, he was risking Kelly's as well.

You had no intention of sharing Kelly with Rowdy even if it had been what he wanted, did you?" Dawg grunted. Rowdy would have killed both of them if they had touched Kelly. "Neither did you unless Rowdy really still needed it.

Questions still plagued her, as did an instinctive discomfort regarding the idea that Rowdy could ever want to touch another woman, no matter the relationship that developed between her and his cousins.

Dawg's been chasing you for years, Crista. What's up?" Crista's eyes burned with anger as she slowly tucked the ordering pad into her back pocket and glared at him furiously. "I'm not a plaything for the three of you," she snarled then, surprising him and Natches. "If you cared for anything past yourselves then you damned well wouldn't expect it. You'd grow the hell up and get over it.

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

No, she didn't want him; she loved him. She loved him with a strength she hadn't believed in herself. That was, she'd loved him until this morning. Until he had offered her marriage, without the love. "Want isn't enough.

Rowdy was taking her over. Forceful. Dominant. He was so certain he knew what she needed, but Kelly had seen what she needed, and it wasn't what he was offering.

Damn, he didn't need this conversation with his father. "Let it go, Dad." "Doesn't set well, does it, Son?" Ray moved closer to the bar, lifting one of the clean tumblers and pouring his own drink. "It starts eating at your gut first thing, tearing at you, making you wonder where your mind was." Rowdy narrowed his eyes on his father, hearing the knowledge in his voice, the assurance that only came from experience.

Lawe's expression was torn, tormented. You're right, Jonas. It's the wrong time for this battle between me and my mate. She keeps telling me that, and I keep refusing to understand. Until now, he stated heavily. She's doing nothing I wouldn't do in her place. Hell, I would have shot me long before now if I were my mate, for standing in my way.

Why do you believe he calls you a 'whelp,' young man? Could it be because you're so like him that he's not certain whether to feel pride or to shoot you and put the world out of its misery?

THE OLD MAN with a hammer and the one-eyed man with a spear

She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

Now this was the first time I ever dumped a bowl of beans on Doolittle Lynn, but it wouldn't be the last. They became my weapon of choice. If beans was around when I got good and mad, you can bet he'd run.

The other woman was chic and polished in a way Yvette could never be. Wavy, light brown hair, a sheer blouse and high heels only made her more attractive—and left Yvette feeling underdressed, out of place and far too intrusive. She'd come to the bar to give Cannon a message, to release him from any obligations, and instead she'd just...enjoyed him.

The only thing a bully understands is another bully.

RICE Please inform the Reverend that if there are no military operations there will be no Mission.

Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

Forgiveness lives alone and far off down the road, but bitterness and art are close, gossipy neighbors, sharing the same clothesline, hanging out their things, getting their laundry confused.

She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.

Although Kit and Rafe had met in the peace movement, marching, organizing, making no nukes signs, now they wanted to kill each other. They had become, also, a little pro-nuke.

She hated money! though she knew it was like blood and you needed it. Still, it was also like blood in that she often couldn't stand the sight of it.

A veteran of the gender wars.