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1 " He released the guy, who charged me instantly. One punch for every dog to have ever been thrown overboard to the sharks. One punch for every shark who’d been butchered alive. One punch didn’t settle the score. But it sure as hell felt good. I hit him just under his right eye, so hard that I heard his cheekbone shatter. "
― J.R. Rain , Hail Mary (Jim Knighthorse series, #3)
2 " I don’t like chardonnay, or wine for that matter. It tastes funny. The problem with wine is that it doesn’t taste like beer. If wine tasted like beer, well, we would be in business. I "
3 " Jack sat back and held his coffee in both hands. His hands, I saw, were filthy. There was even dirt caked under his nails. God had dirt under his nails? “Hurting others is a delicate business, Jim.” “What do you mean, exactly?” “Quite simply: do what you want to yourself. But the moment you cause harm to another—or discord of any type—you will need to reestablish a balance.” I "
4 " Remember, every experience in life has a former cause. And every current experience will result in a future cause. I do not tell people how to live, but causing harm to another, or discord of any type, will be returned to you. It must be.” “To "
5 " We discussed my retainer, and learned that the women had all pooled their money together to hire me. So I told her that I was having a special. The first two weeks were free. She seemed relieved and put her checkbook back. Now, I thought as she shuffled off, I just need to find the perv in two weeks. "
6 " The leather made rude noises that we both thought best to ignore. “Wait, "
7 " Are you always like this?” she asked. “Like what?” “So...confident?” “Only when I’m not.” “And when are you not?” “Almost never.” She "
8 " I shut the door behind me, headed over to my desk and slipped into my new leather chair. The leather made rude noises that we both thought best to ignore. “Wait, "
9 " I opened one of the desk drawers and extracted a sheet of paper from one of the file folders. I handed it to her. “What’s this?” “A list of referrals.” “And they’ll vouch for you?” “Some more enthusiastically than others.” She "
10 " I could still see some blood caked on at the back of his whitish paws. Doggie stigmatas. I carefully held out my hand. Junior nervously leaned forward, sniffed it instinctively. He looked at my hand, then up at me, then he rested his furry jaw in my open palm. Next to me, I heard Cindy crying softly. Girls. "