Jennifer Estep Quotes

Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.

Always take the most unexpected route

I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.

This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?

What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.

No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise.

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.