Fish Stick Fridays Quotes

“You look all elegant and sleek, like some golden and black cat. Then you go all ghetto on me when a pretty book shakes its ass in front of you.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“And Lang heartily wished he could capture the afternoon and keep it in a bottle so he could have the day stashed away forever.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“The day was turning into one of complicated feathered wings held together with string and wax, but in this case - in Lang´s case- he knew he had to get closer to the sun, closer to the clouds, or he´d die on the ground, never having flown but for a moment on a stretch of black asphalt, tasting the wind in his lungs.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“he caught a whiff of salt on the breeze and the sky unfurled itself, a lover stretching out to reach the ocean below.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“He was a warm, long stretch of strength and tenderness smelling of sunshine, masculine heat and lemons.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“Masculine with a hint of pretty he was perfection in his flaws.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“He`d felt himself give others the exact same look she was giving him, a mental fuck you layered with a middle finger against authority.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“Zig´s snores went from cute fluttery noises to full out audio warfare”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“You'd be surprised what kind of shit gets tossed into a prison's library. Pretty sure if you dug deep enough, you'd find hieroglyphics.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“She smiled broadly, a picture of innocence Deacon was pretty sure was the exact same expression Lucifer wore when he told God he hadn’t been messing with the Lord’s new pet humans.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“There was freedom in that wind. It rushed into Lang´s lungs, stealing away his breath and leaving a kiss from the sky behind.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“Because people don´t … think. Or they don´t know. It´s like they carry around hate in their belly, and it vomits up their throat.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“Sometimes crappy days need cocoa as well as cats”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“Lang glanced over to where Fafhrd lay sprawled over Zig´s lap."Apparently she needs a cat fix.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“No dinner parties. Unless you count me fighting off Fafhrd and Gray if I make a tuna sandwich, and then it´s less dinner party and more Battle of Helm´s Deep.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“I´ve got to show Zig guys can cry, or laugh…whatever it is we need to do to make us whole.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“The storm sagged in its middle, drooping over the edges of the house, too worn out to do much more than drizzle long lines of water from exhausted clouds. Lang knew what the storm felt like.He´d been wrung dry, stressed to the point of breaking, and driven by his own demons into Deacon´s calm.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“when Deacon slid a hand under the gray feline to move him, the cat went limp, a liquid splotch of fur and ears spreading over his torso. Gray mouser oozed around Deacon´s fingers, flopping back onto his stomach.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays

“Morning came drearily, scraping itself out of the dregs of the storm. Rain fell in clumps, as disheartened as Deacon felt.”
― Rhys Ford, Fish Stick Fridays