Well? Shylin fell into step beside him as Sibley came out into the passage. How long? Would you believe eight inches? No. As big as a baby’s arm? Sib. Chief says it’ll be done when it’s done.
Torin had never been a great believer in luck, preferring to trust in training, preparation, and strong artillery support, but it was impossible to deny the good fortune that had caused them to crash...
One, if I’m behind the wheel we go by Winchester rules: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
If you’re reading this, Alysha Catherine, I’m dead. Don’t make a fuss—it’s a state we all come to in the end. Except possibly for Jane who may be too mean to die.
All things are within the Circle. That is the very Center of what we believe. If all things are not enclosed, then there is no Circle.
The aunties can make Game of Thrones look like Dora the Explorer, but that’s not the point.
She wants me, he said conversationally to the crewman who’d arrived in time to hear the parting remark. The crewman stared at him for a moment and then burst out laughing.
I would like to discuss the psychological determinates in your use of copulative profanity.
Five adults, a Leprechaun, a Dragon Prince, and two toddlers required a lot of French toast, but with Allie on one grill and Katie on the other, Graham beating the eggs, Charlie pouring juice, Auntie...
A Dragon Prince with emo hair and daddy issues. Her life had become Manga.
The last time he’d had a ride this rough, there was a set of twins involved. You okay? Torin’s voice in his military surplus PCU sounded distant. Flat. Rough ride, he growled without relaxing his jaw....
Sometimes we win with greater firepower, through sheer numbers or more powerful weapons, but for the most part it's knowledge that defines our victories.
Sometimes the gods smile, he grunted. Yes, sir. And sometimes they kick you over and stomp you flat.
Mind you, he continued, with this particular high ground what’s likely to be said is, ‘Help, I’m falling.
Is this what it’s like all the time? Being covered in someone else’s blood trying to juryrig a solution before artillery blows us to hell? The silent corollary was almost louder than the actual questi...
Going to tell us why you think so, Gunny? I expect the belief is based on years and years of experience combined with a number of subliminal clues that I’m not consciously aware of. Gut feeling? Mike...
Does he expect the flood to just move out of his way if he asks nicely?
Allie accepted it as her due that the plane had been overbooked and they were bumping her to first class. Or business class. Or whatever they were now calling those seats an adult could actually fit i...
. . and Phillips, go to Staff Sergeant Pole, have him assign you to platoons. Platoons, Gunnery Sergeant? Got extra food stored in your ears, Phillips?
Torin suspected Darlys was praying and only hoped she wasn’t praying to her—for she was a vengeful god, or, at the very least, a god who could use a few hour’s more sleep and a large cup of black coff...
