Quotes About Rhage

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

All of us are taking the night off, Wrath said abruptly. We need some regroup time. Rhage snorted from across the table. You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you? Yup. A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. Right after dinner.

Rhage raised his hand Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes my son, you are going to hell

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!

Rhage raised his hand. Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell. Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around.

Tohr shrugged. "Assuming he's kept the same ones on, they're a total of five. Three cousins. That porn star Zypher—" Rhage harrumphed at that. Clearly, even though he was now very happily mated, he felt like the race had one, and only one, sex legend—and it was him.

Our boy looks impressed." "Should be," Rhage muttered as he jacked the belt on his robe. "We are awesome." Multiple groans at that point. Rolled eyes. "At least he didn't pull out the 'totes amazeballs,'" somebody muttered. "That's Lassiter," came an answer. "Man, that son of a bitch has got to stop watching Nickel-fucking-odeon.

After a moment the king said, So be it. Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.

I already checked, Rhage muttered. They have the DVDs--they're probably watching the extended, uncut versions. So the strippers aren't circumcised? Lassiter put his palms up again before the growling got even worse. Jesus, you guys are so damn touchy.

What did he look like?" Mary whispered. When he didn't reply, she cleared her throat. "Be honest. What did he look like." It was a while before Rhage could reply, and when he did, it was just one word. "Her. He looked…exactly like Bitty.

The guy was a sex god, an erotic legend in his race. V had said that stories about Rhage were passed from father to son when the time was right.

Who'd have thought Rhage would be the Bitty-whisperer...