Sara King Quotes

The engine of liberty must be greased with the blood of both the oppressors and the oppressed. There is no better lubrication for something so prone to rust and seizure." Sirius Vant, in a speech to the Sun Dogs, Unknown Planet, Aashaanti Corridor, final stages of the Triton Wars

These people need a hero, Slade thought, with a sigh. And I'm running out of Twinkie.

If you wanna plan for the long-run, stock up on paper, antibiotics, entertainment items, how-to books, and soap. If you're more interested in short-term gains, I'd say stick with knives, seeds, drugs, booze, coffee, and cigarettes.

Slade blinked at them, and it actually took him a moment to retrace his steps and figure out what the hell had happened in the moron's pea brain to create such a catastrophic /fail. Realizing the inebriates probably had no idea what a palanquin was - and that they had heard the 'port' part of porter and thought he meant a sweet red wine, Slade almost walked over, took Tyson's gun, and blew off his own head rather than spend one more minute surrounded by such painfully clear dumbassery.

Men, Blaze had learned from hundreds of lonely nights at the bar, did not like their women taller than them,

he mentally calculated the brand, age, and capacity of the machine in front of him, Slade gave a delighted giggle. Early twenty-first century technology was so buggy, especially systems using a Windows environment - which this clearly was.

Thank you, Joe Dobbs ga Badass ga Male Model ga Chiseled Pecs.

a Fate in the area and light them up like a flare so the Fate'll take care of the problem." Her gut sinking as she thought of Padre Vega, Imelda said, "What would that look like?" "I have no idea,

He hissed upon seeing the oozing cuts and gouges.

The word of a sociopath is fluid, at best.

Sometimes you've gotta stand up for yourself, even when you know you ain't got a chance.

Well, God hates a coward,

Those men who on the off-chance happened to be taller than her often had some genetic species-survival switch tripped in their brain that made them crave women on the opposite end of the height spectrum, to balance out the gene pool.

It was the egg," Slade snapped, "because the mutation began with the misreplication of DNA during fertilization of the embryo and its development. It wasn't like an adult bird just magically became a mutant chicken that started popping out more chickens. I have always thought it was an incredibly stupid question, and whoever came up with it obviously had no background in or understanding of science." "Personally,

Don't change the subject," Blaze snapped. "You said dragons? And untie me, damn it. My wrists hurt." He shrugged, completely ignoring her complaints. "Of course there are dragons. Where you think the myths come from?

The females of this planet, raised with pillows and primping and perfumes, had no recourse when the lowlife scumbags, suddenly free of all the rules and restrictions of society, started doing things like forming 'tribes,' 'claiming' women and taking 'slaves.

Blaze grabbed a hammer off the front cargo bin, swiveled, and slammed the head into Jack's fingers. Jack swore and released the 4-wheeler, which suddenly lunged forward, and Blaze, with only one hand on the handlebars, accidentally pulled it sideways, and the machine hit the side, rolled, threw her off the seat, and ended up on its side, pinning her body under a tire. A few seconds later, Jack walked up, sucking on his knuckles, glaring at her. Blaze, who had been unable to push the thing off of her, and was finding it hard to breathe, just glowered up at him. Jack took the machine in one hand, lifted it, still sucking on his knuckles, and set it right-side up beside her. Scowling, he bent and offered a palm, lips still wrapped around

On the bright side," he went on, gesturing to the massive quantities of alcohol they had laid out on the table for their lackeys, "You get to drink loads of expensive whiskey, instead." "I don't like whiskey," Tyson told him. "I like steak knives." "Poddite," Slade sighed. Tyson squinted at him. "What?" "Poddite," Slade said, carefully arranging his plastic cutlery. "It means that your uninspired tastes mark you as one of the mindless ranks of pod-people that mechanically wander this earth, doing whatever their television or personal devices tell them to, like drinking piss because it's been marketed as 'refreshing.'"

center of her face. "Cute nose." He gently brushed her

Blaze said, watching