I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.
J.D. Robb
God is dead and I am his replacement.
death dead god
There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.
friendship friends
In my hands is power. The power to hear or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre. I an art, I am science. In all ways that matter, I am God. God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection. Yet even the flawed have purpose. A wise God experiment, considers, uses what comes into his hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn. We who hold power cannot be detracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple man. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear-fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered. I have nearly done so. If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me. When my work is complete, they will worship me.
god
funny humour
No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.
mystery fiction romance
Listen carefully. I'd crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.
mystery romance suspense futuristic
Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back. Eve: You're not going to hell. Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?Eve: You married a cop.. You married me. I'm your goddamn salvation.
Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River. Eve: I think it'd be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River. Roarke: ChattahoocheeEve: What's the difference?Roarke: Quite a bit, I'd think.
She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.
I want to keep you, till the end of days.
mystery fiction
Eve: If you ended up naked and dead with another woman, I'd do the Rumba on your corpse. Roarke: You can't do the Rumba. Eve: I'd take lessons first. Roarke: You might very well. Not that you'll ever get the chance, but you'd also grieve. Eve: Wouldn't give you the satisfaction. You cheating f-wit putz. Roarke: You'd weep in the dark and call my name. Eve: Call your name alright. How are things in hell? You dickless bastard. And I'd laugh and laugh, that's how I''d call your name. Roarke: Christ Jesus Eve, I love you.--Eve, Roarke
funny humor relationships
Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls. Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground. Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years?Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet. Roarke: Good point. I'll do the flying.
romance suspense futuristic
I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.
romance
You have to trust or you're only living half a life.
trust
An eye for an eye. That's a revenge thing, right? From some play. The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.
revenge bible
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