Shadow's Edge (Night Angel, #2)
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Like most men, he was three-quarters talk and one-quarter cock. A little less than a quarter, at the moment.
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Why did women always believe that talking about a problem would fix it? Some issues were corpses. Hot air made them fester and rot and spread their disease to everything else. Better to bury it and move on.
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“I feel that we’re in a kind of war—” “You feel? Are you a leader or a poet, sissy boy?” “Sissy boy?” Jarl demanded. “What’s that mean?” Momma K stood up. “Sit down,” both men said. They looked at each other, scowling. Momma K sniffed, and sat. After a moment, Jarl said, “I’m waiting for an answer.” “Do you have a dick or do you just suck them?” Brant asked. “Are you hoping to get lucky?” Jarl asked. “Wrong answer,” Brant said, shaking his head. “A good leader is never snide—” Jarl punched him in the face. The general collapsed.
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The horror is having profound power in one hand and a strong moral sense in the other and absolutely no foundation to stand on.
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“A wolf might become a wolfhound, son, but it will never be a lap dog.”
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We’re finished, God. From now on, you answer your own fucking prayers.
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“You’ve chosen a hard road,” she said. “Not a road, a battle. Sometimes life is our battlefield. We must do what we know to do, not what we want to do.”
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Durzo had never considered himself the best; he just thought everyone else was worse than he was. It might seem like the same thing, but it wasn’t.
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The spinning gear slid sideways until its teeth met another gear’s. They grated for a moment, then meshed together and turned. Hu was pulled inexorably out of the water one more time. He screamed. His head caught between the great teeth of the gears and his scream pitched abruptly higher. The gears stopped, straining. Then Hu’s head popped like bloody pimple.
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Garoth smiled. “There’s a reason I knew you were coming, Kylar, a reason you’re so extraordinarily talented. I’m your father.” “WHAT?” “Ah, just joking.” Garoth Ursuul laughed. “I’m not being much of a host, am I? You came in here all prepared to fight some big battle, didn’t you?”