Quotes

[Rae]

I want power.
I want flowers.
I want a future.
I want pleasure.
I'm just a dreamer.
Are you a believer.
Are you a believer?
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La Vita E Rosa (a twincest doujin), one of the covers (I downloaded it, so I'm not sure which...it has Vergil on it). I love that little bit...it doesn't really fit with the story, but it's still awesome.

[Rae]

Minias: *thinking* I'm a little busy. Leave a message on the damned landline and I'll get back to you.
Rachel: *thinking back* Newt. Take the imbalance for my calling you, and I'll tell you where she is. And promise you won't hurt us. Or let her hurt us. And get her the hell out of my church!
Minias: Done. Where are you?
Rachel: Uh.
Minias: What the devil is she doing past the lines? It's almost sunup.
Rachel: She's trying to kill me! Get your ass over here and collect her!
Minias: You aren't registered. How am I supposed to know where you are? I'll have to... *appears in the room**out loud* ...come through on your thoughts.
Ceri: *freaking out* Heavenly Father, save us.

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"I don't want to remember," Newt said. "The things I've done--"

A demon with a conscience? Why not? They did have souls.

"Don't," Minias said, interrupting her. He held her more gently. "Promise you'll tell me the next time you remember something instead of going looking for answers?"

Newt nodded, then stiffened in his arms. "That's where I was," she whispered, and my gut clenched at the sound of realization in her voice.

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Jenks watched for a moment from the rim of the bucket, then said, "You look like a porno star on your hands and knees, mopping in your underwear. Push it, baby," he moaned. "Push it!"

I glanced up to find him making rude motions. Doesn't he have anything better to do?

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From For A Few Demons More by Kim Harrison (it's book 5 in The Hollows series). X3 I luffles Jenks. Poor Newt, though. I'd hate to be as confused and nuts as she is. =(

[Rae]

Trent sighed, visibly bothered by my admittedly childish behavior, but I was hot, damn it, and needed money, and therefor I was vulnerable to his bribes and his air-conditioned car.

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"I'm not riding in the back," I said, angling my half of the vents to me and opening them full bore. "God, Trent. I feel like a kid back there."

"I know what you mean," he muttered, and Quen behind the wheel smiled.

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"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."

It almost looked like he wanted to smile.

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"Dad!" came a high-pitched shriek from a desperate pixy. "Dad! Jariath and Jumoke glued my wings shut!"

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Tidy posterior and expansive landholdings? Was that the Dark Ages equivalent of a tight ass and lots of money?

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"It's a wedding rehearsal, for Tink's panties!" Jenks burst out. "Don't you watch the soaps? The richer you are, the more you dress down. Trent will probably be in a swimsuit."

My eyebrows rose, picturing his trim physique wrapped in spandex. Mmmm...

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"I can keep you alive through a tremendous amount of pain."

I swallowed. "Yeah, and you can't go misty to avoid my foot hitting your crotch, either."

Tilting his head, Al stepped back. "There is that."

--

Al was laughing in big, booming guffaws, but I didn't see anything funny. Except maybe the witch-in-his-bathtub comment.

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"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?"

--

Da-a-a, da-a-a, da, dum. I got the bastard now.

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"Trust me, Trent," I said when we found the pavement. "You'll thank me for this someday."

"I didn't think you cared about my happiness, Ms. Morgan," he said as an excited officer touched his cap and opened the door for him.

"I don't," I said shortly.

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More from For A Few Demons More. Al is the shiz. X3 Trent's awesome, too. But Al is major epic win. X3 Oh, despite the way it sounds at times, Rachel and Trent don't like each other. They've got a major love/hate relationship mainly having to do with a summer camp, their fathers, and a mink and some rat fights. >_> *has hopes that they'll one day hook up*

[Rae]

"Uh...," Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration.

"I'm kidding," I said. "It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember?"

"Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer?"

I hesitated, wondering why I was embarrassed. "Well, where do you put your elven magic?"

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"This is my horse," he said cockily. The cast on his hand made it hard for him to close his fingers on the horse's halter, but the animal was dociles enough.

"I don't see your name on it," I said, then flushed whe Trent pointed at the plaque behind me. "Oh."

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"You named your horse after a flower?" I questioned.

"Tulpa, not Tulip."

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"The Pandora Charm?" I supplied to jiggle his conveniently faulty memory. "It was us riding the horse at camp. You're scum, Trent!"

"I didn't try to kill you. You fell off!" he said indignantly.

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I was remembering all sorts of tihngs now. Stuff like Lee being trapped in the cistern for three days shortly afterward. He half dead when they found him, suffering badly--apparently Trent had taken my advice with an overly aggresive vengeance. And Jasmine finding flowers on her pillow every morning in contrast to the fox scat I kept finidng in my shoes. I'd thought it was cabin razzing, but now I wondered if it had been Trent trying to get his hoof pick back. My stuff kept going missing that year, invariably showing up in the cabin toilet.

[...]

I wondered if Trent sneaking in to take my ring last year was because I had stolen his pick. Maybe he wanted it back? He had given me my ring back--and not in the toilet.

[...]

I was so messed up. And what was it with Trent's pattern of taking my stuff, only to give it back?

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From Black Magic Sanction by Kim Harrison. LOL Sorry for all the Trent-y-ness. XD There's a lot of stuff about him and Rachel in this book. Which reminds me I need to put up quotes from the book before this one....

[Rae]

Jenks: Uh, guys? Fountain Square is on fire.
Rachel: *disturbed* What? *runs to look out the window with Al*
Pierce: I thought that was what it was supposed to look like.

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The elevator doors opened, and Jenks whistled, long and slow. "Tink's contractual hell," he whispered, and I turned to see who Al was making bunny-eared kiss-kiss gestures to.

Unbelieving, I started shaking my head. "Trent. This isn't what it looks like."

The young man had pressed himself to the back of the elevator, his terror showing for an instant before he pulled himself together and decided that if he was going to die, he might as well do it looking good.

"This just keeps getting better and better," Jenks said as I pushed the call button again.

"We'll take the next one," I said, smiling.

"Plenty of room!" the demon exclaimed, and my heels clattered on the steel fram of the door when Al shoved me in. Trent fended me off, pressing into a corner as Pierce and Al followed me in. Jenks rose up high to sit on top of the controls., his feet tapping the screen that showed what floor we were on.

"I do not believe this," Trent said, his unbreakable composure shattered. "Rachel, you are unbelievable!"

"Believe it, you little cookie maker," Jenks chimed out, and then to Pierce, "Hit the 'close' button, will you, Pierce? We don't have all day."

Pierce didn't have a clue, and Jenks flew down and hit the button feet first. The doors slid shut and we started to drop. "Holy shit!" Pierce exclaimed, pressing into the opposite corner and clutching the rail. "We're falling!"

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"Funny how you call my witch black, when you kill for profit and she kills..." He hesitated in mock thought. "Why, she hasn't killed anyone who didn't ask her to! Imagine that."

Color spotted Trent's cheeks. "I don't kill for profit."

From the corner, Pierce muttered, "You kill for progress, if you're anything like your father."

As one, we all looked at Pierce. The elevator dinged, and our attention was diverted as the doors opened. "Splendid! A fire!" Al cried cheerfully.

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From White Witch, Black Curse by Kim Harrison. Like I said earlier, Al and Trent are win. X3

[Rae]

"Appearance is all we have sometimes. Make it a priority."

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"Ooooh, books!" he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library.

I shoved the table back where it belonged and Pierce picked up my chair, draping his coat and vest over it and taking off his hat. The man was subdued, his anger simmering. He wouldn't look at me, ticked perhaps that we'd attracted Al's attention. Watching Al coo over the books like they were puppies, I realized he'd never been here before, which begged the question of whon Nick was summoning. The raised circle in the corner wasn't for playing marbles.

"This isn't your home," Al said, pulling out a volume and laying it across one thick hand. "Nothing smells like you." He gave me a questioning look over his round smoked glasses and snapped the book closed. Sliding it away, he reached over his head, not even looking where his hands were going as he found that ley-line knife resting out of his eyesight.

"Shiny!" the demon said, his lips parting to show his blocky teeth.

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"I'm going to rub the little wizard's head from his skinny shoulders for summoning you. I'm the only one allowed to pull you about." He put the knife away, fingers reluctantly slipping from it. "Not that I ever have..."

"No, you just keep crashing my life. Look--" I said, and Al grunted.

"Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list."

--

"I'm giving you the chance to grow," Al said as he sat on the couch, spreading his arms across the top. "I'd be a poor guardian if I fought all your battles for you. They're paltry witches. You're demon kin. What can they do to you?"

Frustrated, I held my arms out, hands in fists and palms up. "My knees are the size of grapefruits from dancing, maybe? And these shackle marks are from what?"

Al's red eyes slid past me to Pierce. "Play?" he said, his voice dripping intrest. "Gordian Nathaniel Pierce's quirks are legendary. Why do you think I want the runt so badly? Size truly doesn't matter when you can do what he can."

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From Black Magic Sanction by Kim Harrison. LOLOLOL @ Al. Hmm....is it just me, or does Al remind you of anyone? *shoots Marcus a pointed look and is grinned back at*

[Rae]

I shook my head even though Al couldn't see it. "I didn't teach Trent anything. Not even respect," I said, and I felt Al sigh in relief.

Itchy witch, Al thought, his dark musings seeming to insert themselves into my head. There's a reason we kill familiars when we're done with them. He's got a new mark, doesn't he?

"His familiar mark turned into a smiley face," I said, feeling myself warm.

From the backseat, Jenks exclaimed, "No way! Let me see!" and Trent's negative growl.

--

"You could have jumped me there at any time?" Trent said hotly.

"Yeah," Jenks said, voice muffled from the brownie. "You just click your heels together and think there's no place like being pwned."

--

He was sleeping.

Al? I pushed into his mind, only to find myself surrounded by tiny slate blue butterflies in a feild of amber grass, the tips waving at my waist. Al was trying to catch them, but everytime he tried, he'd open his white-gloved hands to find them crushed and stinking like carrion. The grass grew tall until it waved over my head, turning into a maze. Al kept trying to catch the butterflies, and they began vanishing through cracks in the walls.

[...]

"I had to wake him up. We're good now."

The hell we are! Al swore, and I felt his surface emotions swirl around him and the feel of a soft robe he was draping over himself. I blew a blasted hole in my wall! Damn it, Rachel, what do you want? I was sleeping.

"So I noticed," I said, thinking it curious that he was dreaming of butterflies. The looked exactly like the ones he's once made out of snowflakes, brushing them from his sleeve to die in the snow.Except for the chrysalis still on my kitchen windowsill at home.

--

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. I costs too much, he said.

"There's no inflation in the ever-after, Al."

Call it a recession then.

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From Pale Demon by Kim Harrison. If Rachel doesn't go talk to Al in the next book and tell him she's not dead...I dunno what I'll do. >_< *sighs and wishes the next books would be out by next year* that third quote makes me sad.... Seeing pwn in a book is awesome, though..... >_>

There's more I wanted to post...two scenes where I was nearly screaming "YES! FINALLY!" buuuuuuut they both involve serious making out. >_> Sooooooo, you'll just have to buy the books to read them. ^^

[Rae]

EvaOswald(mum): No, he's sitting there thinking: horses, horses, horses, horses....

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EvaOswald(mum): Or if he'd been asleep and went "Oooh, Rachel". Then she'd pull over to the side of the road and beat the crap out of him. And say, "Why were you having sex dreams about me?!"
Me: *trying to maintain a straight face* And he'd say, "I wasn't! I was dreaming about a horse!" And Jenks would just laugh.
EvaOswald(mum): "A horse named Rachel? And what do you do with your horses?!"

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LOL In regaurds to Trent and Rachel being stuck in a car together in Pale Demon. The first one is when Rachel manages to...stick her butt in his face. /== The second one's in the chapter after. We hypothesize too much.

[Rae]

"Spun candy," it said, closing its eyes. "Flay me and slay me. Spun candy and nectar."

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Al in The Good, The Bad, And The Undead by Kim Harrison (yes, I'm rereading the series so be prepared for lots more quotes). I dunno what's more amusing: what he said or that he's rubbing his hands on the grass and licking off the aura from it while he's saying it....

[Rae]

An awkward silence permeated the air and after a second the brunette added, “So…whatcha writing?”

“I’m…uh,” Dante thought for a moment, wondering why he felt like blushing. “I’m writing to my brother.”

“You’re brother’s a book?” she inquired dryly, attempting to lighten the mood.

Dante laughed. “About as useful as one, babe.”

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From Anachronism.

[Rae]

The half devil pulled bits of arachne webbing from his hair as he skulked into the lift, muttering about how much he hated spiders all the while.

This was all his brother’s fault…and this time he could prove it.

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Also from Anachronism.

[Rae]

The best feeling you can experience reading a poem is one you can't articulate, and fumble around your vocabulary in front of a class full of English students.

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Brittlejacks on deviantART. *ought to post his poem up*

[Rae]

"Kyrie, if you stab Vergil again, the only one standing between you & him will be Nero...& we all know what'll happen to him."

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"All girls like shiny things...we're like gerbils that way."

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"This pear tastes like onions on crack."

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"Why do we have five fingers? We could do so much more with six."

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"Why do you have to pick on me? I'm a person, too. Well, I'm not. But I have feelings! Most of the time."

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"Why doesn't she like me?! It's not like I'm stalking her. Much."

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"See, this is why I don't let you write slash. You're gonna stick me in some story with some ugly guy so that you and your little friends can get off on it and I won't enjoy it at all. Unless you meant it was two girls...and I'm stuck in the background...."

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"You want to do what with what using what?! But-but...WHY?! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME?!"

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"If Jenny doesn't give back my damn jacket, I will kick you. *mutters* And cry. Alot. But you don't have to take my word for it."

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"Kaaaaiiiiiaiaiaiaiaiaiai! Regina poked me with the flamethrower again!"

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"I hate you. You're so mean to me. *is handed some candy* I love you. You're the best writer, ever."

--

"Five rules to becoming a good Shadow Man:

Rule 1: Come up with a better name than you have. I know you don’t want to, but we need to carve something into that damn rune stave, right?

Rule 2: Learn how to win every game you find, then develop an ego so large you never realize until way too late that you have a possibility of being beaten by a girl three times. *gets smacked by several people*

Rule 3: Learn to teleport. It’s quick, it’s easy. If you get good, you can even teleport other people and objects. Just…don’t try to teleport while drunk or high. The results aren’t nice.

Rule 4: Develop a strong dislike of humans and everything huma--wait! Wait! What’re you doing?! I love my candy! Give it back! *watches as his candy is eaten*

Rule 5: … I don’t remember any of the other rules. But, I’m pretty sure “don’t forget these rules” was somewhere in the rules…."

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All by Marcus. ._.

[raven1972]

Padfoot no offense but i think Marcus needs psychiatric help, although i think he would likely drive the psychiatrist insane XD.

[Rae]

Really? I think he's fine.... ._. *doesn't notice anything wrong*