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But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for . . . or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.
Pierced, leathered, tattooed, Ad was into the dark side—and given what their nemesis had done to the angel the night before last, it was a two-way street: The dark side was into him as well.
😢
You know, you don’t seem like his type.” A quick image of the man sitting so silent and deadly flashed through Grier’s mind: on that theory, the guy should have been dating a Beretta. “Opposites attract,”
LOL
“You know,” Adrian said, “I could get in the ring. Throw some fists. Maybe a human or two.” Jim shook his head. “I don’t think we need that right now.” “In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes?” “Try a brick wall. Come on, let’s get down there.”
😆
Isaac went in first, his body swinging around, his foot snapping out and catching the other man in the side with a blow so vicious, she was willing to bet his target’s ancestors felt it in their graves.
Nice description 😄
What he was feeling toward that woman? It was like trying to pretend someone wasn’t screaming in church. . . .
Yikes!
There were definitely times as you got older when you began to see your parent as a person rather than Father or Mother. And this was one of them. The man in her kitchen was not the all-powerful lord of house and office . . . but someone who was caught in some kind of bear trap, the jaws of which were seen only by him.
They had always been alike, in tune, of one mind. Tragedies, secrets, and lies, however, frayed even the closest of ties.
Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn’t take a peek at what you’d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again.
Well said.
As people went through their daily lives, off-the-cuff choices and random events could sometimes spiral into a kind of centrifugal force that sucked you in and then spun you out into a different zip code altogether.
Indeed
