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Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3) QUOTES

Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3) QUOTES

1 " So," Nate attempted conversation for the third time. He seemed to be in a better mood lately. "Do you guys maybe want to talk about how every uncomfortable this is?" He smiled tightly, looking first at Tristan, then at Scarlet. "Because I don't know about you, but I feel awkward. Let's hash it out, shall we? Tristan," Nate said brightly. "We'll start with you. How are you feeling?"
"Annoyed."
"I like your honesty and openness." Nate turned to Scarlet. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
"Tired," she said. "Nine in the morning is too early for needles."
Tristan said, "Maybe if you hadn't stayed out so late, you wouldn't be so tired."
Scarlet said, "Look who's decided to speak again. Suddenly the silent and dark Tristan has an opinion on my life."
"Oh, I have many opinions."
"See?" Nate said, his smile tighter than before. "Isn't all this openness refreshing? "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

2 " So...this is the dark dungeon where the very angry Tristan sleeps?"
"No. This is the dark dungeon where the very dangerous Tristan keeps himself away from the very carless young woman."
Clearly, he was in no mood for small talk. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

3 " You'd think I wouldn't even have to say that, but seeing as you two were halfway to Babytown when I walked in here-"
"Just shut up and go pack," Tristan said.
"Ooh, feisty." Nate shook his head at Scarlet. "Tristan doesn't like it when I talk about you guys having sex."
"Neither do I. Geez." Scarelt was blushing as she shooed Nate from the room.
Nate exited and Tristan and Scarlet spent the next half hour lacing arrowed in blood and not making eye contact. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

4 " B-T-W," Heather said. "What's with the death wish?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about provoking the wicked witch of the west. You look old? Are you trying to get us both killed?"
"She does look old. Or at least, older than she used to."
"It doesn't matter! Two things you never comment on when it comes to girls: their age and their weight. That's male survival 101. Come on! "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

5 " Tristan was looking at him again.
"What are you looking at?" Gabriel snapped.
Tristan was trying not to smile. "You tell me."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Quit being a girl. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

6 " So you killed my father? You killed my bride?" he growled.
"She wasn't even your woman."
Why did everyone feel the need to remind him of that? "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

7 " And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people."
Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on.
"Better?" She cocked her head at tristan.
"Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

8 " You know what would be really nice right now? Coffee. I'd really go for some coffee."
Just the idea made her salivate.
He scowled. "How can you think about coffee right now?"
"I don't know. Maybe caffeine is how I cope." She thought for a moment. "Although usually I'm a crier. Are you a crier?"
"No."
"Not even sad movies or weddings?"
"No."
"What about commercials with little puppies that need a home?"
He blinked. "Please stop talking."
"Hmm," she said slowly. "Maybe talking is how I cope." Her hands started falling asleep. "You know what else would be really nice right now?"
"An off button? "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

9 " So..." Heather nodded slowly. "We're still here."
"Yep. I think your team of SWAT guys got lost. Probably looking for their shirts."
She made a face at him. "You're effing hilarious."
"I try. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

10 " A little heads up would have been nice.
Hey Heather, since we're history partners and all, I figured I should tell you I'm a murderer. But I'm hot so it's okay.
From now on, Heather was going to do background checks on all her buddies. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

11 " Raven made a face at the blood that now stained her fingertips. She wiped her hand on his jeans until the blood was all gone.
Gabriel watched her with narrowed eyes and said, "You look old."
Heather's mouth fell open.
Good God. Don't anger the crazy lady.
Raven slapped him, hard. "That's what happens when your supply of fountain water starts to run out and you have to dilute it. You age. Magic can only do so much."
"Sucks to be you," Gabriel said.
Clearly, he did not value his life. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

12 " Wha—what was that?” Heather lifted a brow. “What was that 'hey bro, make sure the blond chick doesn’t cut any body parts off' look? Because I’ll have you know, I’m an expert with butcher knives.”
Tristan pointed at the weapon in Heather’s hand. “That’s a machete.”
Puckering her lips, Heather looked at the blade. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. Everybody ready? "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

13 " I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die-
No.
Heather took a deep breath and tried to think about something else. Anything else.
Like ponies.
Ponies were a happy thought. They were nice and gentle and they never kidnapped people or strapped them to cold warehouse pillars.
Ponies, ponies, ponies-
"Tie him up by the girl and for God's sake don't kill him!" Clare's - er, Raven's - voice was like nails on a chalkboard as it floated into Heather's ears.
Any attempts to think of ponies came to an abrupt halt. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

14 " Scarlet was in pain all night because she wouldn’t let me sleep with her. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

15 " And your plan is what?" Nate said as he and Scarlet followed after him. "You're just going to drive around until you see a sign that says Raven's Secret Hostage Lair?"
Tristan wasn't sure what he was going to do, but hanging out in an alley all night certainly wasn't going to bring Gabriel back any faster. "What's the alternative? Go back home, east some Lucky Charms and get some sleep? I don't think so."
"Why are you hating on my cereal? "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

16 " His dark hair was still wet and fell around his head in a tousled way that was too sexy for his own good.
Scarlet wanted to run her hands through it - but oh wait. That could kill him.
Definitely too sexy for his own good. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

17 " And on that note," Nate smiled at them, "I'm leaving. I think I've got everything I need from you two. Good luck with all your relationship drama. Glad to see you kids are finally working things out. And by 'working things out', I mean bickering like an old divorced couple. So fun. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

18 " Tristan frowned, not sure if he wanted to live forever.
He hadn't even wanted to wake up that morning.
Forever seemed a bit ambitious. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

19 " I am now scowling."
"You are. And its adorable. But only in small doses."
"Well, we cannot all be ridiculously jolly like you."
"Ah, but we should. "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)

20 " Why is he still here?" she asked, pointing to Tristan.
A muscle flexed in his scruffy jaw. Why did he always have sexy scruff. Did the man not own a razor? "

― Chelsea Fine , Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3)