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.
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...
Claire The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?
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.
Safe from what? she'd asked.And under her touch, Kovar's kigh had answered, Change.
Do we expect a fight, Gunnery Sergeant? We always expect a fight, Private Kichar. We’re Marines; it’s what we do.
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...
Trains aren't a problem.
The Corps has always believed that the most powerful weapon its people possesses is between their ears.
Once a man began thinking with his body, intelligent decisions came few and far between.
Discretion doesn’t really apply to giant, flying, fire-breathing lizards who very nearly removed my fucking eyebrows,
They’re going to blame the sorcerer for both those things as well as the hike in Calgary’s transit fares, middle-aged women wearing jeans that barely cover their asses, and SciFi canceling The Dresden...
Although the secrets governments kept were generally about money wasted on dumbass ideas while social services held bake sales.
The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.
She'd followed him from the door to the condo into the tiny office even though he'd requested that she wait a minute in the living room. If he was going back to close his coffin, she had to see it.
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.
Belief is not a required component of ability.
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.
Arranging to be emotionally tortured for four years by basketball loving escapees from the Silmarillion.