Badger to the Bone Quotes

“He was thinking of Max MacKilligan as his girlfriend? The crazy female who’d decimated an entire team of well-trained mercenaries with her badger teammates? Or who didn’t seem too concerned that he’d almost eaten a child? That woman he was thinking of as his girlfriend?”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“I’m a fuckin’ honey badger and by this claw”— she held her hand up—“ I fuckin’ rule.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“I’ll dismember you while you’re still breathing. And, in case you’re concerned, because it seems like you’d be concerned—you’re clearly very caring—I won’t miss a lick of sleep or have any PTSD over it. Your screams will mean nothing to me, because I won’t give a fuck. Why? Because I’m a cunt. I’m a raving, raging cunt.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“Hi!”
Zé jumped a little, surprised by the female voice beside him. “I’m Mandy.” She held out her hand. “And you’re Zezé Vargas.” He looked at her but didn’t say anything. “I see.” She lowered her hand. “A little paranoid, are we? Understandable, I guess, considering your line of work.” “Do I know you?” “No. That’s why I introduced myself. Remember? I’m Mandy.” “Why are you talking to me?” She smiled. “I have an offer for you.” “You have an offer for a man you don’t know? So you’re a prostitute?” That smile disappeared and those eyes went from brown to a bright and dangerous blue. “Do I look like a prostitute to you?”
“Well—” Zé blew out a long sigh. “I don’t know how to answer that without getting punched in the face, soooo .”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“Who’d make that shit up? Well,” she reasoned, “maybe Stephen King. But then it would involve murderous clowns or haunted hotels or . . . the end of the world. Have you read The Stand?” “Is this how Manson worked?” “Manson who?”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“hate me, too . . . because I’m always right. I understand how painful that must be for others who aren’t always right.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“Max had been actively recruited by the CIA for years before she was even eighteen, but Charlie had put the kibosh on that. Unsure of what her big sister had done to discourage that interest—the CIA was not an organization that was usually put off by an easily stressed eighteen-year-old who loathed her father and had been fired from Dairy Queen once because she’d put a mouthy patron in a headlock—Max came to realize that organizations like the CIA, the FBI, or the military weren’t for her. They were too regimented. Too cautious. You had to take orders. Max hated taking orders from anyone but Charlie.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone

“He didn’t know any of that, which meant Max had to protect him. Her mother hadn’t taught her that. Her big sister had. Charlie, whether she meant to or not, had that “good-guy look,” too. She cared about others. She didn’t want “innocents” caught in the cross fire of any fight and, if they were caught, she wanted to make sure they didn’t end up getting killed. It was one of the main reasons she was such an awesome shooter. The last thing Charlie ever wanted to do was to accidentally kill someone who didn’t deserve it. Although Max’s desire to protect innocents wasn’t as intense as Charlie’s or Stevie’s, she still felt a sense of responsibility. Especially to a fellow shifter. Max could have easily dug her way out of this hangar in seconds and disappeared into the surrounding territory, out of real danger. But if she did that, she couldn’t bring the cat with her. So she would stay. And she would help.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Badger to the Bone