Quotes About Gideon

Gideon laughed and took his milkshake from the opened lid of the glove compartment.

I was covering the Supreme Court when it decided Gideon v. Wainright, and the case has always had special meaning for me.

You are accustomed to going your own way without restraint. You no doubt fear losing some of your precious independence." "I do not intend to lose any of my independence," she muttered. "You will adjust to marriage in time." "Now, see here, Gideon, what is all this talk of adjusting?

He was as temptingly made as the first Adam must have been. God hadn't shirked his duties when creating Gideon Horn. No, indeed. In fact, she wondered if God hadn't put just a jot too much effort into it. He should have given the man something more useful than good looks and a treacherous charm. Humility, for example. She tried to imagine a humble Gideon, but it was impossible. Such a creature would be beyond even the Almighty's powers of imagination.

Horns. The skull had horns His heart sank. Only one pirate ship bore that flag—the Satyr. To make sure, he looked for the figurehead. When he saw the telltale carving of the mythological half-goat, half-man, he groaned aloud. Then he lifted his glass, and saw the black-haired man standing in the bow. It was the Satyr , all right. And its demon owner Captain Gideon Horn. "Tis the Pirate Lord himself!

Gideon could not imagine any other young unmarried woman of his acquaintance passing up the opportunity to snare, if not himself, then the Carradice fortune. In any case, the number of women who'd rejected him in any way was gratifyingly small. Yet Miss Prudence Merridew had most unmistakably rejected him. Several times. Wielding that damned lethal reticule like a little Amazon, to emphasize her point.

Gideon was there, warm and green and smelling slightly of cloves but not at all of bitterness and death, and I could hear no voices in my head at all.

Love is the great redeemer, the Franciscan had said. Through love, all things are possible. Gideon bit back the triumphant laughter rising in his chest. He'd beaten the monster. Just once, but if he'd restrained it once, he could do it again. Through love, all things are possible.

Tell me you love me," I pleaded" "Gideon's eyes met mine. "You know I do" "Imagine if I i ever said the words to you. If you never heard them from me" "His chest expanded on a deep breath. "Crossfire

Any sacrifice we make in our quest for freedom will be wholly consumed and blessed by God. Notice something extremely important: Gideon prepared a sacrifice. Then we read in verse 21: "With the tip of the staff that was in his hand, the angel of the LORD touched the meat and the unleavened bread. Fire flared

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

Who do you think monsters marry, you stupid bitch?" I walked back to her. "Pretty little breakable girls? Or other monsters?" I pushed up into her face. "You got the fairy tale right. But Gideon's the beauty. I'm the beast.

Gideon opened his and read, "Prosperity will knock on your door soon." I snorted. Cary shot me a look. "I know, right? You snatched someone else's cookie, Cross." "He better not be anywhere near someone else's cookie," I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. "Don't worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

Gideon brought into my life. The acceptance and the love. The safety. Gideon had given me my freedom back, a life without terror. Giving him vows in return was too simple a repayment for that.

I stared at him over the rim of my mug and didn't say anything. Gideon shoved his shirttails into his slacks with obvious frustration. Fine. Thank you. You could refrain from grinning like the Cheshire cat, he muttered.

I had just finished polishing all the smudges off the mirror in the elevator when it began descending with me inside. In only a T-shirt and underwear. Seriously? I muttered, yanking off my rubber gloves to try to put order to my hair. After rolling around with Gideon all night, I looked like an epic mess. The doors slid open and Angus started to step in, his footstep halting midair when he spotted me.

Did you know that jewelry shop is a Cross Industries property? Gideon Cross has offered a quarter-million dollar reward for information leading to the arrest of the thieves.

I got booed and pelted with wadded-up napkins. Laughing, I went to the bar and waited for an opening to ask for Pellegrino and the phone. I dialed Gideon's cell number, since it was the one I had memorized. I figured it was safe since I was calling from a public place he owned.

I was in an excellent mood when I got to work. Morning sex contributed to that, of course. Also the sight of Gideon getting dressed for the day, watching him transform from the private man I knew and loved into the dark and dangerous global magnate. The day only got better when I exited on the twentieth floor and saw Megumi sitting at her desk.

Are you crazy, Gideon?" His mouth thinned. "Is that a serious question?" "Yes. Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink?" "Not presently, but you're driving me crazy enough to make that a possibility.

Good morning, Miss Tramell," he replied, smiling. He was an older gentleman, with a liberal sprinkling of white in his red hair. I liked him for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that he'd been driving Gideon around since grade school and genuinely cared for him.

Gideon brought into my life. The acceptance and the love. The safety. Gideon had given me my freedom back, a life without terror. Giving him vows in return was too simple a repayment for that.

My demon's a girl? Gideon said, astonished.

Paris, keeper of Promiscuity, enjoyed romance novels), and weird silver lamps that twisted and curved over the chairs; he had no idea who those were for. Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good. Gideon