Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.
Toronto's already ass-deep in cockroaches and conservatives; what's one more lower life-form?
The number of angels who can dance on the head of a pin depends entirely on the dance.
What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?
That's just what I need, she muttered, digging around in her bag, a depressed vampire.
A quick check on the platoon showed everyone more or less enjoying the flight.Whatever it is you're eating, Ressk, swallow it before we land, [said Staff Sergeant Kerr].No problem, Staff.More like who...
Peter. The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us.
Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.
Bardic oaths weren't made to Shkoder, they were just made.
Did you pull rank? On a chief warrant officer? They’d reached the link, and he slapped the call button. Do I look suicidal?
Charlie. Never underestimate the power of abs so defined you can open a Corona on them.
Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.
And the politicians will note your protest, and it won’t make a damned bit of difference.
Независимо от того, насколько удались Гитлеру его «экономические реформы», он, надо отдать ему должное, смог найти занятие для каждого садиста и подонка в своей стране.
Don’t mind admitting I’d feel better if I was just a little more mobile and about thirty thousand feet up. Look at the bright side, sir. If you get shot down here, it’ll hurt a lot less when you hit t...
What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody's business; especially where desert toppin's involved.
There’s always hope, Charlotte, that’s the point of the story.
It’ll be okay. Torin pulled the reporter’s attention back to her. We do this for a living. I are not wanting to die. Well, I are not intending to.
I'll send three of Harnet's Di'taken. I have it on good authority that they think the sun shines out of my ass.Pole leaned forwards just enough to bring the major into his line of sight.Pole - All of...
Why is it the big, fukkin’, friendly ones who die, Staff? They’re not the only ones who die, Werst, it’s just we miss them more than the short, fukkin’, cranky ones.