The Black Dagger Brotherhood_ An Insider's Guide - J. R. Ward [152]
pp. 315-316
“You want me to open your door,” Qhuinn said dryly as he cut the engine.
John looked over. If I say yes, would you do it?
“ No. ”
Then by all means, open my door.
“Damn you. ” Qhuinn got out of the driver’s seat. “Ruining my fun. ”
John shut his door and shook his head. I’m just glad you’re so manipulate-able.
“That’s not a word.”
Since when have you been in bed with Daniel Webster? Hello? ‘Gigunda’?
Qhuinn glanced to the house. He could just hear Blay’s voice filling in, That would be Merriam-Webster. “Whatever.”
pp.351-352
“Long time no see, ” the angel said.
“Not long enough. ”
“Always with the hospitality.”
“Listen, GE.” Rehv blinked hard. “Mind if you dim your disco ball?”
The glow drifted away until Lassiter appeared normal. Well, normal for someone with a serious-ass piercing fetish and aspirations for being some country’s gold currency standard.
Trez shut the door and stood behind it, a wall of you-fuck-with-my-boy-and-angel-or-not-ima-show-your-ass-a-beatdown.
“What brings you onto my property?” Rehv said, cradling his mug with both hands and trying to absorb its warmth.
“Got a problem.”
“I can’t fix your personality, sorry.”
Lassiter laughed, the sound ringing through the house like church bells. “No. I like myself just as I am, thank you.”
“Can’t help your delusional nature, either.”
“I need to find an address.”
“Do I look like a phone book?”
“You look like shit, as a matter of fact.”
“And you with the compliments . ” Rehv finished his coffee. “What makes you think I’d help you?”
pp. 426-427
“Son of a bitch,” Wrath breathed as the figure stopped twenty yards away.
The glowing man laughed. “Well, if it isn’t good King Wrath and his band of merry-merry-happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you’re so fucking cheery.”
“Great,” Rhage muttered, “his sense of humor’s still intact. ”
Vishous exhaled. “Maybe I can try and beat it out of him.”
“Use his own arm to do it, if you can—”
Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of who-us? stares.
The king shook his head and addressed the lit figure. “Been a while. Thank God. How the hell are you?”
Before the man could answer, V cursed. “If I have to hear all that Keanu Reeves, Matrix, ‘I am Neo’ kind of shit, my head’s going to explore. ”
“Don’t you mean Neon?” Butch shot back. “’Cause he reminds me of the Citgo sign. ”
p. 486
After a moment, Wrath turned to John. “This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe—”
“Okay, that was so not my fault—”
“—which wiped out two-thirds of the human population.”
“I’d like to remind you that you don’t like humans.”
“They smell bad when they’re dead. ”
“All you mortal types do. ”
p. 488
“Fuck. Me,” Vishous breathed.
“I will so pass on that,” Lassiter muttered.
p. 488
The stairwell fire alarm went off, its shrill cry the kind of thing that made you want to be deaf.
Phury laughed and rolled to the side, tucking her into his chest. “Five . . . four . . . three . . . two—”
“Soooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyy!” Layla called out from the foot of the stairs.
“What was it this time, Chosen?” he hollered back.
“Scrambled eggs,” she yelled up.
Phury shook his head and said softly to Cormia, “See, I’d have figured it was the toast. ”
“Can’t be that. She broke the toaster yesterday.”
“She did?”
Cormia nodded. “Tried to put a piece of pizza in it. The cheese.”
“Everywhere?”
“Everywhere . ”
Phury spoke up. “That’s okay, Layla. You can always clean the pan and try again. ”
“I don’t think the pan’s going to work anymore, ” came the reply.
Phury’s voice dropped. “I’m so not going to ask. ”
“Aren’t they metal?”
“Should be.”
pp. 526-527
The Brothers on the Board
Brothers on the Board
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