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41 " I wanted to make decisions on who I loved by who completed me, made me feel good about myself. Who I could love freely and help make a better person by just being there. "
― Kim Harrison , For a Few Demons More (The Hollows, #5)
42 " My kids know you can make it if you take risks and work hard. That we can work in the system you lunkers set up. That's all a parent really needs to give his child. That, and how to love someone with all your soul. "
43 " Bowing my head, I took it - I didn't fight it, I took it - accepting it with a feeling of inevitability. It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn't be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with. "
44 " Turning to Trent, I said, “You have the right to remain silent, but I doubt you will. You have the right to an attorney, which I imagine Quen will be calling soon. If you can’t afford one, hell has frozen over and I’m the princess of Oz, but in that case, one will be appointed to you. You understand your rights that the entire congregation of Cincy’s finest has heard me recite? "
45 " Yes, well, it's not, like I want to marry you" he said. "
46 " I loved Kisten. I wanted Ivy to bite me. It made sense, if I didn’t think about it too hard. "
47 " Trent dropped his head for an instant, then pulled it up to me. “You aren’t a demon practitioner?” he asked as we took the first steps up. I put a hand to my stomach, wondering if this day could get any worse. “No, but they seem to practice me. "
48 " Humanity had steadfastly kept control of the mail system, and even Piscary would think twice about leaning on an overworked employee who might snap and go postal. There were some things even a vampire wouldn’t mess with. "
49 " Quen said. “Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies. "
50 " It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn’t be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with. "
51 " And you knows ugly when you sees ugly, don't ya, sweet thang. "
52 " Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else.""Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive."Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump uglies?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again. "
53 " What was in the trunk?" I asked, and my eyes widened when he opened his coat and let me glimpse a big-ass rifle."I know these people," he said, his expression going hard. "We handle their insurance. "
54 " Bye, Skimmer. Thanks for breakfast.” “You’re welcome.” Translation: Choke on it, bitch. "
55 " I am black,” she said, and a shudder rippled through me. “I am foul with a thousand years of demon curses. Don’t cross me or I will bring you and your house down. Rachel is the only clean thing I have, and you won’t sully her to further your high ideas. "
56 " You pompous little bitch!” the infuriated Were shouted, red-faced and with his thugs backing him. “What are you doing here?” Mrs. Sarong pushed past the men who had put themselves in front of her. “Arranging your removal,” she said, her voice sharp and her eyes glaring. Removal? As if he were an overgrown tree clogging the sewer line? The short businessman seemed to choke on his own breath, becoming choleric. Mouth gaping to look like one of his prize fish, he struggled to respond. “Like hell you are!” he finally managed. “That’s what I wanted to talk to her about!” From my shoulder came a small, “Holy crap, Rache. How did you become Cincy’s assassin of choice? "
57 " Her smile turned wicked. “And I’m not a silly girl to be blinded by a tidy posterior and expansive landholdings.” Tidy posterior and expansive landholdings? Was that the Dark Ages equivalent of a tight ass and a lot of money? "
58 " Tell me where you want it,” I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?” “Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead. "
59 " Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06. "
60 " I didn’t kill Francis,” I said. “He managed that all by himself. And Lee was dragged off by a demon he summoned. Nick went over a bridge.” Mrs. Sarong’s smile widened, and she patted my hand again. “Very well done on the last one,” she said, glancing at her daughter. “Leaving an old boyfriend to clutter future relationships is investing in trouble. "