Lies Ripped Open Quotes

“Everyone shouted at once, mostly at me, mostly with swearing and calling into question my mental acuities. I believe the words dumbass and fuckwit were used on more than one occasion.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“You’re the SOA agent I grabbed by the scruff of his shirt outside the Williams house. I don’t remember your name.” “My name is Richard.” “Can I call you Dick? You look like a Dick.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Right, well you went to sleep and they dragged us all down here, but Ellie here woke up. Tore some guy’s arm off before they subdued her. By that point Alan and I had woken up, and they gave us all a kicking. Still, she tore some guy’s arm off, which was pretty badass of her. If we find it, and then find him, can we beat him to death with it?” I stared at my fox friend for a moment. “I’d rather use something more . . . stable for bludgeoning someone to death, but sure, why not? How long have you been down here?”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Every time you get me involved in something, I end up having bad things happen to me. Can’t you just piss off and leave me be? Seriously, you’re a walking curse.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“The pen might be mightier than the sword, but it’s probably not going to end well for you if you bring one to a gunfight.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“How’d you kill the others?” “Luck. Just avoid the tail and claws and mouth, and you’ll be fine.” “That’s the shittiest pep-talk anyone has ever given. I’m regretting my choice in becoming your best friend.” “Too late now,” I said with a smile.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Hopefully, one day, he’ll either heal Arthur and this whole thing can go away, or he’ll fuck up so badly that he’ll have no choice but to leave.”
“You really think he can revive Arthur?”
“Not for a second. Which leaves him fucking up. And when he does that, when he’s finally forced from his cozy little space of helping exactly no one, I’ll be the first person in line to clap my hands as he’s ceremoniously told to go fuck himself.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Brave Tommy of Kissmyass.” “That’s Sir Tommy, knave.” I laughed again. It hurt again. I hate my best friend.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Sometimes you have to trust those who have never given you reason to do so. Sometimes you have to be the bigger man and accept the past for what it was, if you have any hope of moving forward. And sometimes you have to bury everyone who dares oppose you. You’ll”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“don’t remember your name.” “My name is Richard.” “Can I call you Dick? You look like a Dick.” He punched me in the stomach. I coughed and spluttered. “It’s helpful that your stomach is right at punching level,” he said. “I got dick slapped,” I said with a laugh. He hit me again, and the air was driven from me. “Please stop, I can’t take being beaten up by someone called Dick.” He hit me for a third time. “You seem to have some issues with people calling you Dick,” I pointed out. “When you were younger, did you fall asleep and someone draw one on your face? Did they call you Dick Face? You can tell me, let the pain out.” A fourth punch and I spat blood over the floor. “You might have noticed that I’m not taking you very seriously,” I said. “I should point out that it’s because I’m not. You fucking arrogant little twat.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“I don’t remember your name.” “My name is Richard.” “Can I call you Dick? You look like a Dick.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“was”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“I was told not to hurt him physically. Figured I’d try boring him. I’ve so far discussed broccoli, the use of corpses in siege weapons, how to shoe a horse, and now my first experience with television.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“My name is Richard.” “Can I call you Dick? You look like a Dick.” He punched me in the stomach. I coughed and spluttered. “It’s helpful that your stomach is right at punching level,” he said. “I got dick slapped,” I said with a laugh. He hit me again, and the air was driven from me. “Please stop, I can’t take being beaten up by someone called Dick.” He hit me for a third time. “You seem to have some issues with people calling you Dick,” I pointed out. “When you were younger, did you fall asleep and someone draw one on your face? Did they call you Dick Face? You can tell me, let the pain out.” A fourth punch and I spat blood over the floor. “You might have noticed that I’m not taking you very seriously,” I said. “I should point out that it’s because I’m not. You fucking arrogant little twat.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Still, she tore some guy’s arm off, which was pretty badass of her. If we find it, and then find him, can we beat him to death with it?”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Well, if the rest of the day is as nice as that, then this might turn into a pleasant visit,” Ellie commented. “If the rest of the day is as nice as that, I’ll eat my hat.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“political horse-fuckery”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“I think he’d approve of my final words to you. Eat shit and die you fucking cockwomble.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Enfield couldn’t have looked more pleased with himself if he’d discovered that he could, in fact, lick his own scrotum.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“To friends, to those you love, may you always hold them close. And to your enemies, may you always make them burn.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“What happened?” I asked. “They shot you with a manticore spine. Who the fuck owns a manticore? Why would anyone actually decide they want to keep one of those ugly fuckers?” “I feel we’re getting off topic here,” I reminded him. “What. Happened?” “Right, well you went to sleep and they dragged us all down here, but Ellie here woke up. Tore some guy’s arm off before they subdued her. By that point Alan and I had woken up, and they gave us all a kicking. Still, she tore some guy’s arm off, which was pretty badass of her. If we find it, and then find him, can we beat him to death with it?” I stared at my fox friend for a moment. “I’d rather use something more . . . stable for bludgeoning someone to death, but sure, why not?”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“You think you’re going to kill Enfield. Mate, unless you happen to have the Hellequin in your pocket, you’ve got no chance.” I smiled, and ignored his taunt. He had no way of knowing I used to go by that name.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Hopefully, one day, he’ll either heal Arthur and this whole thing can go away, or he’ll fuck up so badly that he’ll have no choice but to leave.” “You really think he can revive Arthur?” “Not for a second. Which leaves him fucking up. And when he does that, when he’s finally forced from his cozy little space of helping exactly no one, I’ll be the first person in line to clap my hands as he’s ceremoniously told to go fuck himself.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“I went on a date the other day. With a boy. Dad wanted to greet the door in wolfbeast form. He was going to threaten to eat him.” An image rushed to the front of my head and made me laugh. “You’ll have to give your dad some leeway on boys. He doesn’t trust them. He was one, so he knows the mindset.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Are you going to beat me if I don’t talk?” “Actually, I’m going to go into those other three rooms and tell your friends that you told us everything. And then I’m going to make sure that it gets out that you’re cooperating with me, personally. Then we’re going to take you and your friends to a holding facility, where you can all bond together and discuss how much you betrayed them. Or we can let you all go, and see how long it takes for your old friends to find you. I wonder how they’d punish a traitor to their cause.” For the first time since I’d arrived in the room, Bushy looked genuinely scared. “You can’t do that.” “Can. And will. I don’t give two shits about your piss-awful excuse for a life. So, wanna help and have it be kept secret, or wanna keep schtum and be a traitor to your precious Reavers?” “Schtum?” “Means keep quiet. So which one is it?”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“You interrogated a man at Hades’s compound a year ago. I heard what you did to him. I can’t have dead prisoners here; we have to be better than that.” “I didn’t kill him,” I objected, remembering the murderous bastard who’d tried to kill Hades before he’d been caught. Unfortunately we hadn’t stopped him from killing his own wife and children. “You took his hands. You know he killed himself in our jail?” “Yeah, well, I’m not going to kill anyone. Just talk. They wanted to kill me back in Southampton, now they want to take me to talk. I’d like to know why. And I heard your prisoner died by getting into a fight with another prisoner.” “He walked up to a cave troll and kicked him. The troll tore his head off and threw it fifty feet away. What would you call that?” “Suicide by troll. That’s new.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“There are probably a lot of things in life to ensure you remain part of the living. Threatening the child of a werewolf is not one of those things. Threatening the daughter of Thomas Carpenter is akin to walking into a pub in Liverpool and saying that Manchester United is great. There’s a chance you’re going to make it out alive, but it’s remote, and if you do, you’re going to forever remember the time you had your head inserted up your own ass.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“I’m a rare fox-human, with the souls of witches inside me. Can you imagine what a certain mindset would like to do with me? I’ll give you a clue; it’s not to re-create a cherished Roald Dahl novel.” I could imagine. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. “And to make matters worse, there was a movie with a talking fucking raccoon in it. Did you know that Camelot has a cinema? That they import movies from Earth? Well, they fucking well do. For months all I heard was how maybe for the sequel they could have me be his stunt double, or that they should paint me brown and make me a star. I began to get angry with the rabid little fucker. And he’s not even real! I was angry at a fucking comic book character.” I didn’t really know what else to say. “Good film though.” Remy stared at me. “You’re sort of missing the point of my anger, here.” “No, I get it. You know, even for my life it’s a little weird that I’m talking to a fox about how unhappy he is that people compared him to a raccoon in a science fiction film about a bunch of comic book characters saving the galaxy.” “When you put it like that, I sound downright silly.” “Yeah, wording, that’s the issue here.” Remy chuckled for a moment,”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“Remy had moved to England to spend his time avoiding having his head removed by the rest of his countrymen, while drinking himself into a steady oblivion. Unfortunately, he’d met a lovely young lady whom he proceeded to cheat on. She caught him and punished him. Witches have funny ideas when it comes to punishment. They tend to be creative. Her coven decided that if Remy was going to behave like an animal, they’d turn him into one. The idea was, according to Remy, they were going to turn him into a red fox, hand him over to a huntsman so he could be torn apart by their hounds at some point in the near future. The spell didn’t exactly work. The twelve members of the coven were using magic well beyond their capabilities and it ended up killing all of them and feeding their souls into Remy. Remy kept his intellect, his human nature and personality, while adding the life force of twelve young women to his newly changed body. Remy was now part man, part red fox. He was about three and a half feet tall, and covered in the fur of a red fox, from his fox muzzle to the tip of his bushy tail. He walked upright on legs that were more human in shape than animal, and had fingers, although each of them was tipped with a sharp claw. And he could talk, which allowed him to express his pissed-off-with-the-world nature on a regular basis.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“I walked to the drawing room door and opened it, expecting to find Alan listening in. Instead I found Alan face down on the floor with Diana standing above him, her foot on the small of his back. “Trouble?” Diana shook her head. “He was unflattering. I corrected him.” “I only grabbed her behind. It was very friendly,” Alan pleaded. “Did I ask you to grab my bottom?” Diana asked. “A gentleman knows when a woman wants her bottom grabbed,” Alan said. Diana looked down at Alan with disgust. “Can I tear his arms off ?” “Later,” I said. “Alan, at what point in your life were you led to believe that grabbing the behind of any woman who has stated her desire to tear you apart was a good idea?” “I thought it would break the ice a little,” Alan explained. “You know, I grab her, she laughs, and I make a funny joke.” “And that works?” Diana asked. Alan remained quiet for a second. “There’s always a first time.” “You’re an idiot,” I told him and motioned for Diana to let him up. She did as I asked and then punched him in the jaw the second he was upright. The blow lifted him off his feet and dumped him some distance back, where he tried to get back to his feet and thought better of it. “Now I’m good,” Diana said with a smirk.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open