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Curran’s eyes went gold. His voice dropped into a rough growl. “If you’re going to shoot, make sure to empty the clip, because after you’re done, I’ll shove that gun up your ass sideways.” Blue Jacket blinked. “Can you even do that?” I asked. “Let’s find out.” Curran stared at the thug. “Well? Shoot, so we can start this experiment.”
“What if we compromise?” I asked. Jim looked at me for a long second. “They’re going to need sweaters in hell.”
“What the hell is this?” Desandra asked. “This is Cuddles. She’s a mammoth donkey.” Derek grinned, leaning on the fence. “Do you have any self-respect left?” “Nope.”
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What you do to others always comes back to you and the balance is always restored. We committed genocide. We destroyed a people and now we have to pay the price for the terrible crimes we perpetrated.
“Perhaps you should negotiate?” Robert glanced at me. Sure. I cleared my throat. “Move or I’ll cut your head off.”
I shook my head. Ow. That only made the pain worse. The doorway wavered in front of me. I had to get into the apartment. Okay, the door had to be at least three feet wide. If I just aimed myself in the right direction, I’d get through. I clenched my teeth. Step. Step. Another step. I was in. Kick-ass. Now I just had to remain conscious and not fall down on my face.
Note to self: bluffing—learn to do it better.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. My ears are still ringing from that big boom your head made when it hit the stairs. Is your brain okay? Because your skull sounded hollow.”
“The concepts of right or wrong are always consequential. It can’t be situational or it’s not right or wrong.”
“Are they going to cause a problem?” “I don’t give a flying fuck,” Curran said. “If they decide to cause a problem, I’ll cull them down until they stop being a problem.” Okay then.
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“If your head explodes, can I have your stuff?” I asked.
The enemy of my enemy is not my friend. Not even a little bit.
p296
When they described dramatic standoffs in the snow in stories, nobody ever mentioned freezing your ass off.
p305
My father and Curran were glaring at each other. Maybe if I whistled and waited long enough, a tumbleweed would roll by.
Shaman ninjas. Perfect. Now my life was complete.
“Can we afford this?” I asked Curran. It had to cost an arm and a leg. “Yes,” he said. “I’m loaded.” “Well, aren’t we smug, Your Furriness.”
p356
