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1 " My grandfather just called you a pig,” I said. “You are many things, Decimas Brutus, but not a pig.” He hesitated. “No, I am not. Thank you.” “After all,” I added, “that comparison is a terrible insult to pigs. "
― Jennifer A. Nielsen , Wrath of the Storm (Mark of the Thief, #3)
2 " You look exhausted,” she said. “Everyone else has already eaten their dinner, but I’m sure you’re hungry too.”I shrugged. “I just want to be alone. Maybe I’ll take a walk through the gardens.”As I started out the door, Aurelia said, “I want to be alone too. Do you think you and I could be alone together?”My heart skipped a beat, and I looked around us again, not sure of whether I wanted this moment to be interrupted. “That’s not a good idea.”She sighed. “I’m going to come with you, Nic. It’s only a question of whether I’ll walk beside you or behind you. I warn you, though, if I must follow, then I’m going to throw rocks at the back of your head.”“Well, we can’t have that.” I smiled, then motioned for her to come with me. “Let’s go be alone together. "
3 " Or in his case, he’d go to Tartarus, where evil men were sent deep into the darkest pit guarded by a monster with fifty sharp-toothed jaws. I liked the idea of him spending some time there, though it was hardly fair to the monster to have to deal with a venomous man like Brutus. "
4 " I’m in love with you, Aurelia. The kind of love where at first I couldn’t get you out of my head, and after that, I never wanted to. The kind of love where I would take a thousand more whippings if it meant I’d have you at the end of it. "
