Hope is a bad survival strategy.
How wonderful, I said flatly. The sarge grinned, her eyes glittering. Every day’s wonderful here with me. Dismissed!
I was going be to flying around like some wacked-out Chinese martial arts movie hero by endgame, which was 200% okay with me.
You come up to my sternum, Suri drawled back. Anything below tit-height is a kid or a dwarf.