Susan Ee Quotes
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Either he's shaken by something or he's falling off the wagon hard and fast. Great. Just my luck to be partnered with an alcoholic angel.
For once, I hold onto her craziness for strength. Sometimes , I just have to let go and let me inner Mom out.
Maybe a girl needs to hear that. Maybe she wants to be with you, too." The words come out in a rushed whisper.
I've never killed anyone before. What frightens me isn't that I'm killing someone. What frightens me is how easy it is.
I bit my lip to focus on the fact that he's actually giving me a plain answer to my question. He can't help it if his voice is mesmerizingly sexy
He holds me so tight that if an army of scorpions came and tried to drag me out of his arms, they wouldn't be able to.
I hate it when she does that. There's nothing more humiliating than being smacked by your crazy mother in front of your friends.
I might regularly open my mouth without thinking, but I never start a fight without consulting my brain. For
If we get separated there's not much hope of us ever meeting anywhere, but I need to keep up the pretense of hope because that may be all we have.
And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that trying to make someone stay with you when he doesn't want to is a recipe for heartbreak.
I thought for sure I'd lost you"
Lost me?
I stare into the fire without seeing it. "I thought I'd lost you too". The words barely come out.
Lost me?
I stare into the fire without seeing it. "I thought I'd lost you too". The words barely come out.
She? You're not one of those people who name their cars and coffee mugs, are you? It's an inanimate object. Get over it.
Yeah, I'm fine. Those ugly bullies were more afraid of my mommy than any warrior angel anyway. She's far more scary.
A sense of humor is one more thing I don't think angels should have. The fact that his sense of humor is corny makes it even more wrong.
Run along now while I show off my new acquisition. No one below has feathers. I'll be the envy of hell.
The only thing that matters in the end is your own survival. It's what humans and cockroaches are best at.
I knew from the start that your loyalty would get you killed. I just never thought it would be your loyalty to me that would do it.
But I realize now that the toughest choices, the ones that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, are ones that my mom is still sheltering me from.
Dum walks backwards, talking to us. We're going back to high school where our survival instincts are at their finest.
I'll never get rid of the image of him smashing the giant scorpion tubes in rage and killing all the monsters after seeing me die.
How can the world end in a giant fury of biblical proportions yet still leave room for embarrassment?
I want to beg him not to leave. Tell him that I'm still here. But I lie frozen. All I can do is watch as he gets up. And disappears from my view.
But the thing that really convinces me that the apocalypse is here is the crunching of smartphones under my feet.
There's no eye shadow so i just smear a tiny bit of the mascara around my eyes for that sultry emphasis
Lots of distractions - that's good.
Murderous angels everywhere - that's bad.
That's about as far as my frozen brain will go.
Murderous angels everywhere - that's bad.
That's about as far as my frozen brain will go.
The next time you have a quarrel with me, I'd appreciate it if you could just talk to me first before resorting to pelting me with rocks.
When a man in purple and screaming pink stares at you, you know it's time to change your appearance.
Because she looked like a monster, that's why. And it never occurred to me that monsters might feel pain.
I just got tired of the wetness sticking to me, that's all. I think I was pretty safe from the threat of your joke being funny.
My only thought is that I am not going to end up truly dead this time in Raffe's arms. I am not going to be one more wound on his soul.
So,what do they call you if they don't know your name?"
There's a brief pause before he answers.
"The Wrath of God.
There's a brief pause before he answers.
"The Wrath of God.
I look over to make sure he's all right. He's panting for air and staring right at me with a look so intense it makes me squirm.
So is that what people call sweet nothings? Because somehow, I expected it to be a little more . . . complimentary.
How close are they to creating this angelic plague?" "Not very. Otherwise, I would have had to kill them.
I can't think of any way to help Raffe that doesn't involve getting my head chopped off or something equally horrendous.
I swing my blade as hard as I can. I can feel the surge of excitement coming through the blade as Pooky gets a chance to cut into a Pit lord.
A little weird? That was freakin' Bizarroville."
He pauses and looks back at me.
"Are you speaking English?
He pauses and looks back at me.
"Are you speaking English?
Raffe's legs tremble violently and he's losing consciousness, but he stays up out of sheer stubbornness and fury.
My friends call me Wrath," says Raffe. "My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What's your name, soldier boy?
He lowers his head while we're flying and touches his lips to mine. His kiss is hot and wet as it intensifies.
We now play a permanent game of I-am-crazier-and-scarier-than-you. And in that game, my mother is our secret weapon.