Timber (Hades, #4)
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I saw why Chase was unconcerned with security. There was no driveway, no road... just a helipad. And a helicopter, but goddamn it, my driving skills did not stretch that far.
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"Fuck you, dick," Lucas muttered. "I stitch like a damn sewing machine."
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"I'm okay." "You're not," he argued, "and that's okay."
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"Watched? You ate about three bowls of soup and six slices of bread just to test it." Cass gave an unapologetic shrug. "Dead-man De Rosa is a good cook."
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My feet had mostly healed up, but the muscles all through my legs were still aching, so my speed was roughly that of an arthritic tortoise.
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Except logic and trauma occupy two totally separate areas of the brain, and no, they don’t talk.
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"Nah, we had to do about sixteen rounds of rock paper scissors. Handled it like men, beautiful."
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"Beats me, Boss," Rodney replied, as helpful as a lump of dog shit on the sidewalk.
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"Is it noticeable?" Zed tilted his head, squinting at my butt, then gave me a confused look. "What was the question?"
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"Oh. You're not here about the dead guy? Wow. This is awkward now."
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“Sure did. I’m locked up tighter than a nun’s cunt.”
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"Did you just display feelings? Ew, what the hell? Are you feeling okay? Oh my god, don't tell me you're pregnant! Ah, I fucking knew it; you ate so much fucking pie at Nadia's the other day!"