Quotes About Jenks

Jenks enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth moving as he hummed, Jenks finished unpacking the sacks. I was half dead, Ivy was whoring herself to keep me safe, but Jenks was okay as long as he had chocolate.

Tink's a Disney whore!- Jenks

Jenks: "I can't even pix anyone. I sweat now instead of dusting, did you know that? I've got water coming off me instead of dust. What the hell can I do with sweat? Rub up against someone and make them puke in disgust? I've seen you sweat, and it's not pretty. I don't even want to think about sex, two sweaty bodies pressed against each other like that? Disgusting. Talk about birth control—it's no wonder you only have a handful of kids.

I could sit and watch nature documentaries with Jenks and the kids the rest of the night if I wanted. And trust me, watching a dozen pixies scream as a crocodile chomped on a zebra was something not to be missed. They invariably cheered for the crocodile, not the zebra.

Yeah, the elf looks good in the sun, Jenks smart-mouthed, the pixy currently sitting on the bottom of my hooped earrings and out of the moderate wind. When you going to put us all out of your misery and boink him?

I held my bag open and he dropped Jenks inside. Hey! the pixy protested, and then, Tink's little pink dildo, Rache? Haven't you gotten rid of those condoms yet? They got a shelf life, you know.

I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks

Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. As Jenks would say, you snore nice. I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing.

Let my office know when you change your mind, he said, then headed for the door, jerking to a stop when Ivy didn't get out of his way. Let us know when cherry lollypops come out your ass, Jenks said

Under the disguise amulet, Jenks looked very different with black hair and a darker complexion. He had his new aviator jacket on over the T-shirt he had bought in the previous store, making him a sexy, leggy, hunk o' pixy ass in jeans. No wonder he had fifty-four kids and Matalina smiled like Mona Lisa.

Jenks shook his head. Rache, I really feel bad for her, but Ivy's right. She can't stay here. She needs professional help. Really? I said belligerently, feeling myself warm. I haven't heard of any group therapy sessions for retired demon familiars, have you?

Uh, guys?" Jenks said, hovering at the window. "Fountain Square is on fire." "What?" I jumped to my feet and turned in one motion. Al rushed to the window, and we pressed our foreheads to the glass, looking down.

I handed it over, and Jenks stumbled at the weight. His head thunked into the wall of the narrow hallway. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, crashing into the opposite wall when he overcompensated. "I'm all right!" he said quickly, waving off any help. "I'm all right. Sweet mother of Tink, the damn walls are so close! It's like walking in a freaking anthill.

Jenks, deep into his honey drunk, gyrated wildly.

The tight sound of Jenks's wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand of cards, too—looking tiny in his craggy fist—and I rolled my eyes when he threw a card down on the pile as Jenks flew in.

Muttering about caves, Jenks came in with my suitcase, his eyes roving the low ceiling. He dropped my bag by the door, tossed me the keys to the van, and headed out, flicking the light switch several times because he could.

Jenks's wings tickled my neck, and I shivered.

Tómate tu tiempo-dije con ligereza, cabreada y nerviosa a la vez. -Jenks y yo vamos a recurrir al plan B. -¿El plan B?-dijo Ivy-. ¿Cuál es el plan B? Jenks se puso rojo. -Coge el pez y sal pitando.

Tea? Jenks was standing next to the plate of petits fours. You want to have tea? Are you nerking futs?