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.
Belief is not a required component of ability.
We are using these to follow the Others home. We are maybe using these to end the war. We are maybe using these to die in a new and exciting way.
It’s always Mardi Gras somewhere.
He read disappointment at his response and wondered if she realized that she expected a certain amount of effusive sympathy from the people she told. Rejecting that sympathy made her feel strong, comp...
Good luck, then. Thank you, sir. You, too. We’ll need it. We’re short a gunnery sergeant. When Torin lifted a brow, High Tekamal Louden grinned. Yes, well, that sounded a lot less lame in my head.
Fitzroy, what is this shit? Henry, please, not Fitzroy.
Do we expect a fight, Gunnery Sergeant? We always expect a fight, Private Kichar. We’re Marines; it’s what we do.
Claire The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?
But I am a knight of the Round Table, he protested, weakly. I am a protector of the realm, a slayer of evil, I defeat all those who raise their swords in opposition to Arthur, King of all Britain. Tru...
Although the secrets governments kept were generally about money wasted on dumbass ideas while social services held bake sales.
Once a man began thinking with his body, intelligent decisions came few and far between.
Old ladies in the Gale family drove like they owned the roads. And the other drivers. And the local police department. And the laws of physics.
We’ve only been here a few hours, and we spent most of that time playing toy soldiers. How did the sergeant find that stuff out so fast? Hollice shrugged. It’s a gift. Let’s just hope he never uses it...
Safe from what? she'd asked.And under her touch, Kovar's kigh had answered, Change.
Please, Torin grinned. Tech’s a crutch. An unarmed Marine in underwear can deal with anything the universe can dish out. Vacuum? For that, we’d also need boots. So we can die with them on? Pretty much...
Hey, what’ve you got? Same fukking thing as you, Juan grunted. Hot bag of balanced nutrients in a tasty fukking paste.
Does he honestly think he’s still in charge? Mashona wondered. He thinks Human’s First has an apostrophe.
Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God.Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. Whi...
This situation was tailor-made for that last lesson in Combat Morale, If you’re going to die anyway, see to it that your people die with dry underwear and a smile.
