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The Final Descent (The Monstrumologist #4) Mort (Discworld #4)

Not fair? What’s not fair is you almost dying a month ago. What’s not fair is burying our friend. You choosing to hurl your body down a concrete strip for the sheer fun of it? That’s just fucking stupid.

All that relief died a swift, painful death, and my stomach turned, nausea rolling through me. He wanted his wings back, the permission to fly. Five days. It had been five days, and he wanted back in a fucking helicopter.My eyes bored into him, willing him to turn, to see my face.

Completion (The Kane Trilogy #3.5)

He kept his eyes locked on Dr. Ortiz.She turned toward me, but he didn’t. Fevered rage mixed with ice-cold fear, and I disengaged, leaning back in my chair as I realized he wasn’t asking my opinion. As much as I loved him, in that moment I hated him a little, too.But maybe he’d need a year, right? Pilots had to be perfectly healthy to fly. Hell, even a sinus infection kept them grounded. If not a year, then maybe six months?

The Sassy One (Marcelli #2)

Let’s get you into rehab first, see about range of motion, and then we’ll discuss an up-slip. You’re at least twelve weeks out.Now I hated her a little, too.

Yeah, thirty days of leave, I told Mom over the phone before dinner. I ran my fingers alongside the staples on my thigh. Just a few more days and this shit would be out of my body.

I don’t mean to be all mama-bear, but I’d really like to see you, she said, her voice heavy with emotion.Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Yes. That’s what I just said, which you would know if you’d put this down and pay attention.

I have things I need to do, I argued, tugging on the hose.Yeah, like pass World Religion. Now stop whining and let’s go. She pulled harder.

Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn #1)

We locked eyes, and I read the determination in hers. What will you give me if I go? I asked. I could check the remaining gear tonight.Her eyes rolled. A pat on the back for being a good student. I’m your tutor, not your nanny. Now be a big boy and do the mature thing.

Not good enough, I said, a smile tugging at my lips. She was so much fun to piss off. That’s when her shell peeled back to reveal a fire I desperately wanted to feel, to witness her burning.You have my next nine months. That should be sufficient. She turned her wrist to check her watch. We’re going to be late!

The world might end. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been on time for something.Her lips pursed, but it wasn’t the anger that got me moving, it was the spark of fear in her eyes. She was seriously worried about missing whatever fucking field trip we were supposed to be on. I want your tomorrow. If I go where you say today, you go where I say tomorrow. Maybe if she saw the fun side of what we did, she’d start to understand.

She closed her eyes and sighed as if she was kissing her plans for tomorrow good-bye. Fine.Okay, then let’s go. Victory! I rose to my feet and moved toward where she stood tugging on that long braid she had running along the side of her face. Her eyes drifted down the line of my chest, following my tattoos to my abs, and then she squeezed her eyes shut. I could have crowed with satisfaction that she’d been looking and, by her reaction, liked what she saw. Problem?

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