Kill Order Quotes

“Crazy loved so much harder than sane.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“In a way, he had a point. Taylor Swift’s “Red” was oddly appropriate given how much red he’d just shed.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“So it’s a double kick to the gut. She’s gone… and she was a traitor. I can’t even cherish my memories of her.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“It’s not painful enough that she’s gone, and I can never share those things with her again… but I have to keep remembering that she wasn’t who I thought she was.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Luckily I hadn’t shot any real literature like the romance section.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Kai glanced over at me, then gave a sigh. “So, I know you like grenade launchers, but what’s your gun of choice?” I squinted at him suspiciously. “Are you… trying to get to know me better?” He glared back, utterly unimpressed that I was questioning his olive branch. “You licked my balls last night, Marx. I figured maybe we could make an attempt at finding common ground that doesn’t involve Danny’s cunt.” A mocking laugh rolled out of me at that, remembering the horrified look in his eyes. “Calm down, Sasquatch, I was just messing with you in the moment.” I paused, then sighed.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Sasquatch is here.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“My evil lair is up here.” I tapped my temple, giving her a grin. “And I’ve let you in there already. So what does this office matter? I have no desire to keep secrets from you.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“For the partners of bookworms. Grab some lube, hydrate, and remember to thank Tate later.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Who gave a crap how old a woman was? That idea of secrecy around a woman’s age was a carryover from far less progressive times, when a woman’s age directly correlated—in a man’s eyes—to how beautiful, desirable, and chiefly how fertile she might be.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“no one needs to choose here. We’re perfect just the way we are. All three of us… even if Murder Rabbit tests my patience every damn day.” Leon gave a dramatic gasp. “That’s what you’ve been calling me? Fuck. I like it.” Dammit, I was so in love with both of them it made me sick.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“I squinted at him suspiciously. “Are you… trying to get to know me better?” He glared back, utterly unimpressed that I was questioning his olive branch. “You licked my balls last night, Marx. I figured maybe we could make an attempt at finding common ground that doesn’t involve Danny’s cunt.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“62 Studebaker Lark,”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Little bunny foo foo, hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice and—” “Slitting their little throats?”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“I got Leon some soup, too,” he told me, pulling a tub from one of the bags. “Since I doubt he has much appetite for burgers.” That… was the sweetest thing I think I’d ever seen Kai do. And it was for Leon… who he called murder rabbit.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Don’t do that to me again, Bunny,” she whispered in a heartbreakingly pained voice. “I need you, so fucking much. We have to see this bullshit through and live out one of those corny happily ever after sequences.” I smiled, despite how her hoarse voice was shredding me up inside. “And instead of children, we have a six-foot-four Māori man with a bad temper?”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Really? Those are the questions you wanna be asking right now?” Leon snapped back. “You just woke up with your dick in my woman’s mouth, but you wanna know why you’re handcuffed. Honestly, DeLuna, his priorities are fucked. Just come over here and sit on my face.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Soda water?” I asked aloud, confused as fuck. Leon just stared back at me and took a gulp of his non-alcoholic, non-caffeinated beverage. If I wasn’t convinced he was a psychopath before, that’d do it.”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“Just when I thought the night couldn’t get more exciting, Kai pulled a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket and slipped them on. Fuck me dead. Was he trying to make me embarrass myself?”
― Tate James, Kill Order

“I’m twenty-eight,” I told Estelle, not caring about the antiquated etiquette around that question. Who gave a crap how old a woman was? That idea of secrecy around a woman’s age was a carryover from far less progressive times, when a woman’s age directly correlated—in a man’s eyes—to how beautiful, desirable, and chiefly how fertile she might be.”
― Tate James, Kill Order