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Ack!" I said. Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that's me.
Jim Butcher (Changes (The Dresden Files, #12))
Ow. Ow. That hurt. Ack.. I'm dead.
Peach-Pit (Shugo Chara!, Vol. 3: Can a Bad Guy Turn Good? (Shugo Chara!, #3))
I just... I understand you might want to start dating more seriously, and that means dating someone from town. But if you're going to do that..." This time he took a long drink of coffee, and the mug was still at his lips when he said, "I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like-" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?" I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. "Ack! I can't go to school like this. Where's my corset? My bonnet?
Kelley Armstrong (The Gathering (Darkness Rising, #1))
Ooo, let’s see, I need to get my spicy barbecue sauce. Definitely some oven mitts, ‘cause he’s gonna be hot from being flame-broiled. I need to get a couple of them apple trees to make wood chips so the meat be nice and appley tasting. Give it that extra yumminess, ‘cause I don’t like that Daimon flavor. Ack! (Simi)
Sherrilyn Kenyon (Dance with the Devil (Dark-Hunter, #3))
Ack! Parables. I hate parables.
Christopher Moore (Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal)
Ack, joke gone bad, joke gone bad,” Brenna wails, flapping her hands. “Run away. Run away.
Kristen Callihan (Managed (VIP, #2))
I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like-" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?" I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. "Ack! I can't go to school like this. Where's my corset? My bonnet?" Dad sighed as Mom walked in with her empty teacup. "What did I miss?" She said. "Dad's trying to marry me off to Daniel." I looked at him. "You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it.
Kelley Armstrong (The Gathering (Darkness Rising, #1))
It was informational. About how to perform oral sex on men. You know, one man teaching another. It was really fascinating and I’ve always wondered about the techniques he discussed—ow. Ow! You’re squeezing a little hard, Van Holtz.” . . . “Well, if you’re willing to be my test subject—ack!
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
Ack! I'm blind. Old man dick alert. Cover it up. She protested with her mouth, yet her eyes remained locked on his bare body. He swelled up to an even mightier size. Good grief. Just how big does that thing get? Should I duck and cover before it explodes?
Eve Langlais (A Demon and Her Scot (Welcome to Hell, #3))
Hopping over the side of the couch I landed on top of him. "My bones are so heavy! I don't think I can move." I groaned. "Ack!" he grunted. "I can't breathe." "Oh noes! However will I get up so that my bubby can breathe?
Nicole Hamlett (Huntress (Grace Murphy, #1))
After a few seconds of scraping, I realize what he has isn’t a trail, it’s a whole forest! Ack! Weren’t all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes as role models? At least my embarrassment is completely foregone by the irritation at his lack of upkeep. The only thing distracting me now is that heady mix of musk, shaving cream and a distinctly…male scent. And God knows that is one seriously jeopardizing distraction. Especially with a whizzing needle in one’s hand.
Rucy Ban (All My Life (First Things, #1))
I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him. "Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!
Catherine Clark (Picture Perfect)
Ack!
Jessica Park (Flat-Out Love (Flat-Out Love, #1))
Does this look old to you?” “Ack! I’m blind. Old man dick alert. Cover it up.” She protested with her mouth, yet her eyes remained locked on his bare body. He swelled to an even mightier size. “Good grief. Just how big does that thing get? Should I duck and cover before it explodes?” “Do ye never stop talking? I swear, lass. Ye chatter enough to drive a man insane. If I were your husband, I’d gag you.” A subtle thrust of his hips let her know with what.
Eve Langlais (A Demon and Her Scot (Welcome to Hell, #3))
Sisyphus cheated death,” Nico explained. “First he chained up Thanatos, the reaper of souls, so no one could die. Then when Thanatos got free and was about to kill him, Sisyphus told his wife to do incorrect funeral rites so he wouldn’t rest in peace. Sisy here—May I call you Sisy?” “No!” “Sisy tricked Persephone into letting him go back to the world to haunt his wife. And he didn’t come back.” The old man cackled. “I stayed alive another thirty years before they finally tracked me down!” Thalia was halfway up the hill now. She gritted her teeth, pushing the boulder with her back. Her expression said Hurry up! “So that was your punishment,” I said to Sisyphus. “Rolling a boulder up a hill forever. Was it worth it?” “A temporary setback!” Sisyphus cried. “I’ll bust out of here soon, and when I do, they’ll all be sorry!” “How would you get out of the Underworld?” Nico asked. “It’s locked down, you know.” Sisyphus grinned wickedly. “That’s what the other one asked.” My stomach tightened. “Someone else asked your advice?” “An angry young man,” Sisyphus recalled. “Not very polite. Held a sword to my throat. Didn’t offer to roll my boulder at all.” “What did you tell him?” Nico said. “Who was he?” Sisyphus massaged his shoulders. He glanced up at Thalia, who was almost to the top of the hill. Her face was bright red and drenched in sweat. “Oh . . . it’s hard to say,” Sisyphus said. “Never seen him before. He carried a long package all wrapped up in black cloth. Skis, maybe? A shovel? Maybe if you wait here, I could go look for him. . . .” “What did you tell him?” I demanded. “Can’t remember.” Nico drew his sword. The Stygian iron was so cold it steamed in the hot dry air of Punishment. “Try harder.” The old man winced. “What kind of person carries a sword like that?” “A son of Hades,” Nico said. “Now answer me!” The color drained from Sisyphus’s face. “I told him to talk to Melinoe! She always has a way out!” Nico lowered his sword. I could tell the name Melinoe bothered him. “Are you crazy?” he said. “That’s suicide!” The old man shrugged. “I’ve cheated death before. I could do it again.” “What did this demigod look like?” “Um . . . he had a nose,” Sisyphus said. “A mouth. And one eye and—” “One eye?” I interrupted. “Did he have an eye patch?” “Oh . . . maybe,” Sisyphus said. “He had hair on his head. And—” He gasped and looked over my shoulder. “There he is!” We fell for it. As soon as we turned, Sisyphus took off down the hill. “I’m free! I’m free! I’m—ACK!” Ten feet from the hill, he hit the end of his invisible leash and fell on his back. Nico and I grabbed his arms and hauled him up the hill. “Curse you!” He let loose with bad words in Ancient Greek, Latin, English, French, and several other languages I didn’t recognize. “I’ll never help you! Go to Hades!” “Already there,” Nico muttered. “Incoming!” Thalia shouted. I looked up and might have used a few cuss words myself. The boulder was bouncing straight toward us. Nico jumped one way. I jumped the other. Sisyphus yelled, “NOOOOOOO!” as the thing plowed into him. Somehow he braced himself and stopped it before it could run him over. I guess he’d had a lot of practice. “Take it again!” he wailed. “Please. I can’t hold it.” “Not again,” Thalia gasped. “You’re on your own.” He treated us to a lot more colorful language. It was clear he wasn’t going to help us any further, so we left him to his punishment.
Rick Riordan (The Demigod Files (Percy Jackson and the Olympians))
A few Grik lunged at them, but the vast majority only wanted to get out of their way. These they left alone, conserving ammunition. It was a little disconcerting. They’d never seen so many “civilian” Grik before, and it was stunning how little fight they had in them. “What a buncha pansies!” Silva panted, still having trouble with the heavy, wretched air. Three Grik had nearly fallen over themselves trying to clear his path when he menaced them with the Thompson. Its barrel was still smoking after a long burst he fired down a congested alley where another column of warriors was struggling to get at them. Those that followed fired into the writhing mass as well, the heavy booming of their rifles much louder than the stutter of the Thompson. “Pansies!” Petey cawed. “Pansies! Ack! Goddamn!
Taylor Anderson (Deadly Shores (Destroyermen, #9))
The question of what happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object.
Gareth L. Powell (Ack-Ack Macaque)
Things have changed,” he said. “There’s a new monkey in town. Tell your friends.
Gareth L. Powell (Ack-Ack Macaque)
As they left the pier and walked into the park, Chahda looked around appreciatively. "Nice place, this. Capital of New Caledonia. Big island, has 8,548 square mile, also has 53,245 peoples. Eleven thousand in Noumea. That is what says the Worrold Alm-in-ack." Rick and Scotty laughed. It was like old times to hear Chahda quoting from The World Almanac. A Bombay beggar boy, he had educated himself with only the Almanac for his textbook, and he had laboriously memorized everything in it.
John Blaine (The Phantom Shark (A Rick Brant Science-Adventure Story, #6))
A sigh flutters through her corduroy belly. Aging is easy, like falling down a hill. No choice involved. It’s reconciling yourself to loss that’s hard. I was eighty-five when I died. But I felt nineteen. I used to forget how old I was. I’d talk to you for long enough I’d think I was you. Then I’d look in the mirror and think, ack, who’s that old woman? A burst of shivering compels her from one cushion to another. Had I been anything other than a sheltered fool I wouldn’t have worried at all. I had the slut gene. I should have used it more. It’s in the family. You walk across the room, people pay attention. It’s not because we’re beautiful. We’re gnarled things who look like we’ve been pulled from the earth. Root vegetables: potatoes or turnips. Half of us miserable, the other half deluded. You’ve seen pictures of your cousins. However, we are possessed of the self. All arrows point toward us. A blessing and a curse. Not your mother, she was born complaining. Believe me, I was there. No fun at all. That will always be her fault because I made life nice for her. She married a man who couldn’t summon up enough juice to break a glass and lives her life doing cross-stitch, the only thing she’s ever liked. She’s rich enough now that she can afford to be good at only one thing. You kids don’t like your mother and I can’t blame you. But it’s a mistake to assume she doesn’t feel pain. The bird warbles, a mournful sound. As a girl, I liked to press her supple lavender cigarette case against my cheek. She was a real bummer, your mother. “She still is,” I say.
Marie-Helene Bertino (Parakeet: A Novel)
pilot’s duty, and that of his crew, to check constantly, even when over the target with enemy fighters attacking from every angle and the flak coming up from the German ack-ack batteries just, as Andy remarked, to make life a little more exciting.
Katie Flynn (When Christmas Bells Ring)
I wouldn’t know, though, about this supposed gallantry, because I’m not your lady friend.” “You could be.” He gave her another chance. She truly did draw him in with the roundness of her figure, hugged by faded denim and topped with a baggy sweatshirt that drooped enticingly off a shoulder, baring a black strap. Lace or cotton? A feline mind wanted to know. But apparently he wouldn’t know today, as she, yet again, managed to resist him. “Date you? Not likely.” Again words emerged from him without volition. “Why not?” “Oh please. I’ve seen enough to know you’re not my type.” Such a liar. Apparently he wasn’t the only one aroused by their repartee. The musky scent of her arousal tickled his senses. It made him bolder. “I guarantee when I’m between your thighs and you’re clawing my back, you’ll be screaming a different tune.” So he might have come on a tad strong with that last statement. That was still no excuse for what happened next. “Pig.” However it wasn’t the animal insult that was her most grievous crime. It was the gigantic hunk of hair she snipped off! An irreplaceable, thick chunk of his hair permanently removed. Accidental or intentional, it didn’t matter. Ack! My mane. My beautiful, precious mane. He couldn’t help a low rumbling growl. His eyes glinted in the mirror, the gold catching the light and reflecting it, along with his fury. “You. Did. Not. Just. Do. That.” And yes, he might have growled the last bit. “Oops? Did I do that? Sorry.” Said with no repentance at all. With a smirk and a blown kiss, she let her crime rain down over him in a golden, threaded shower. And then, she ran.
Eve Langlais (When an Alpha Purrs (A Lion's Pride, #1))
Time to blow shit up.
Gareth L. Powell (Ack-Ack Macaque)
Look, it doesn’t make sense for me to leave you pregnant and clueless on the pavement when I am headed for your very hotel.” “I can manage to find a phone and call for a cab. I graduated from college and everything.” “You don’t say? Can you take a degree in childbearing in this country?” “That was my minor. My major was social grace with an emphasis on tolerating the obnoxious—ack! I did it again! I keep telling myself, ‘Be nice, don’t insult him.’ Then you say something and out it comes.
Shannon Hale (The Actor and the Housewife)
Damn.” I slumped back into the seat of the car as Rene drove, worrying like crazy despite the reassuring presence of Drake beside me. “You do not have the look of a bride,” Rene commented, watching me in the rearview mirror, narrowly missing plowing down a group of schoolgirls crossing the road. “You have the look of one carrying the load of many burdens upon her shoulders.” “Ack!” I yelled, pointing out the front window. He glanced at the large truck against which we had, by some miracle, escaped smashing ourselves to smithereens. “Pfft. I was nowhere near that lorry.” “Had to be a good two inches of space between us,” Jim commented, peering out the window at the truck as its driver screamed and clutched his chest while slamming on his brakes. “You’re losing your touch, Rene.” My friend, chauffeur, and fate extraordinaire just grinned and gave his particularly Gallic shrug. “I will do better the next time, hein?” “My money is on you, my man,” Jim replied.
Katie MacAlister (Holy Smokes (Aisling Grey, #4))
Den första lilla grisen gick till torget. Den andra lilla grisen stannade hemma. Den tredje lilla grisen åt rostbiff. Den fjärde lilla grisen blev utan. Den femte lilla grisen ropade "ack och ve".
Agatha Christie (Five Little Pigs (Hercule Poirot, #25))
I believe one of the most valuable lessons that comes with growing up is gaining the wisdom that gently informs you when it's time to retire a meme.
Andrew Hussie (Homestuck, Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5: She's 8ack (Homestuck, #19, Part 10 of 11))
Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?” I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. “Ack! I can’t go to school like this. Where’s my corset? My bonnet?” Dad sighed as Mom walked in with her empty teacup. “What did I miss?” she said. “Dad’s trying to marry me off to Daniel.” I looked at him. “You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it.
Kelley Armstrong (The Gathering (Darkness Rising, #1))
No one in town really knows this boy, Maya. He showed up with his sister, and moved into a cabin that doesn’t even have electricity. People have been concerned about them, but he’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want anyone’s help. It bothers some people, the way they just appeared.” My eyes rounded. “You’re right. Do you remember the night they arrived? That big flying saucer hovering over the park?” He shook his head and pushed his chair back. “I know you’re serious, Dad, but I’m okay. Really.” “I just…I understand you might want to start dating more seriously, and that means dating someone from town. But if you’re going to do that…” This time he took a long drink of coffee, and the mug was still at his lips when he said, “I like Daniel. He takes care of you.” I blinked. “Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?” Dad flushed. “I didn’t mean it like--” “Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?” I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. “Ack! I can’t go to school like this. Where’s my corset? My bonnet?” Dad sighed as Mom walked in with her empty teacup. “What did I miss?” she said. “Dad’s trying to marry me off to Daniel.” I looked at him. “You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it.” “Apparently, I said the wrong thing,” Dad told Mom. “Again.” “Never hard with our daughter.” She walked over and slid my sandwich into a bag. “Leave your father alone and get going before you miss your ride.
Kelley Armstrong (The Gathering (Darkness Rising, #1))
I like Daniel. He takes care of you.” I blinked. “Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?” Dad flushed. “I didn’t mean it like--” “Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?” I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. “Ack! I can’t go to school like this. Where’s my corset? My bonnet?” Dad sighed as Mom walked in with her empty teacup. “What did I miss?” she said. “Dad’s trying to marry me off to Daniel.” I looked at him. “You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it.” “Apparently, I said the wrong thing,” Dad told Mom. “Again.” “Never hard with our daughter.” She walked over and slid my sandwich into a bag. “Leave your father alone and get going before you miss your ride.
Kelley Armstrong (The Gathering (Darkness Rising, #1))
I will always be with you”—“nor forsake you.” The force of that promise is, “Being with you, I will never let you work alone. I will help you. I will not desert you as to My Presence and I will not desert y ou as to My succor. I will be with you and I will help you in all that you have to do.” This is a double promise and it is doubly sweet! Besides that, this promise wards off from us the most terri ble calamity that could possibly occur to us . It may help to make this promise increasingly precious to us if we think for a minute what would become of us if God did leave us or forsake us. Then, indeed, might the heavens be hung with bl ackness and the light of the sun be put out forever if God should leave us! The straight road to Hell would be open before us and we shoul d soon be going there if we were forsaken of God. It would have been far better to never have been born, or never to have known the way of life at all than, after all, to be deserted of God and be left to perish! Thank God that can never be the portion of anyone who has truly trusted in Him. Recollect also that, if He had not been God, He w ould have forsaken us long ago . Our patience with our fellow crea- tures holds out but a very little while. But it is because G od is God and, therefore, changes not, that we are not con- sumed. Have you not done a t housand times enough to have made Him forsake you if He were like the sons of men? I con- fess sorrowfully that I know I have. And if He could turn from His eternal purpose, and if His everlasting love could change, then surely He would long ago have cast my poor soul far away from His Presence, to receive its well-deserved punishment! Is it not a blessed thing to think that the very th ing that is most to be feared by any man can never happen to a Believer, for God has said, “I will neve r leave you, nor forsake you”? You well de serve to be forsaken of God, but He will never leave you! He will deal with yo u in the way of Grace, and not of Justice. If He left you, you would utterly pe- rish, but He will not and cannot do so —you are too dear to Him for His he art to ever turn away from you.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.
ack Kerouac WD
And here she was on a parallel timeline, in a possibly radioactive dystopia, searching for her best friend—a rude, violent, ungrateful monkey, who smelled like a wet dog and drank like a fish — with only the electronic projection of her dead husband for company.
Gareth L. Powell (Macaque Attack! (Ack-Ack Macaque, #3))
Her fusion reactor came online, generating power for the jump engines. Deep in her belly, the engines began to spin up until the old ship felt she could leap the length of the universe in a single orgasmic bound.
Gareth L. Powell (Macaque Attack! (Ack-Ack Macaque, #3))
For example, in English we would write Dear Staff, I would like to recognize Sarah’s outstanding performance. In Slang we would write Hey Homies, Shout out to Sarah for doin’ her thing. In Cyber we would write dear staff i wld like 2 ACK sarah 4 her per4manz
Jenny Baranick (Kiss My Asterisk: A Feisty Guide to Punctuation and Grammar)
Though Kurt would later claim that his graffiti messages were political, in fact, most of what he wrote was nonsensical. He enraged a neighbor with a boat by painting “Boat Ack” in red letters on the ship’s hull; on the other side he lettered, “Boat people go home.
Charles R. Cross (Heavier Than Heaven: A Biography of Kurt Cobain)
I cursed and rubbed my forehead. The radio sang its bigotry in perfect ’80s pop harmony. Let’s send ’em aaallllllll ba-ack to Aaaaafrica . . . I reached down to the knob, to find the radio was already off. Here we fucking go.
David Wong (John Dies at the End (John Dies at the End, #1))
Simon’s face blazed with happiness. On the wall behind him the slideshow Rebecca had mentioned was still going on. A framed quote flashed up against the wall: Marriage is like a long conversation that always ends too soon. Ack, Clary thought. Morbid.
Cassandra Clare (Lady Midnight (The Dark Artifices, #1))
Ack! vad det här är odrägligt, viskade lilla ystra Märtha till sin syster Maria, jag skulle bestämt vilja gifta mig i afton, om bara jag kunde vara änka imorgon!
Fredrika Bremer (Hertha)
Hey, you know the old saying: If life gives you lemons, pull a gun on it and say, "Fuckyour lemons, where are the goddamn bananas?
Gareth L. Powell (Hive Monkey (Ack-Ack Macaque, #2))
This is like a friend extending his hand to shake hands with you, you extending your hand in response, and then, at the last instant, the friend pulls his hand away. Although you or I would probably stop extending our hand back to someone doing this, the server doesn’t know any better and keeps answering every SYN packet with a SYN/ACK packet.
Darril Gibson (CompTIA Security+: Get Certified Get Ahead: SY0-401 Study Guide)
If losing is mostly all you know, then it's obvious you haven't been thinking, acting, working, persisting, persevering, and walking like winners do.
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He can’t tell him about me, though,” said Turtle. “Or if he does, Darkstalker won’t hear it. My enchantment hides me completely from him.” I hope. I hope I hope I hope. If I did it right. Which seems unlikely, knowing me. Ack. “That’s clever,” said Qibli. “How did you think of that?” “I used this brainstorming method called pure terror,” Turtle admitted. “It wasn’t so much clever as deeply cowardly.
Tui T. Sutherland (Talons of Power (Wings of Fire, #9))
but wait till it happens to you! The ack-ack guns make so much noise you can’t hear your own voice.
Anne Frank (The Diary of a Young Girl)
Well, anything up to half an hour late is considered on time, but anything before the appointed time—even a single minute—is downright gouchy.” “Downright what?” “Downright gouchy.” “Downright what?” said her mother, pausing in her knitting. “Gouchy,” said Imogene, clearly irritated. “You mean gauche,” said Miles. “It’s pronounced gosh, with a long O.” “I mean gouchy, Pruitt. It means crude.” “My, my, you ack-comedians,” said her mother. “What did you call us?” said Imogene. “Ack-comedians. It means scholars.” “You’re pronouncing it wrong,” said Imogene. “You mean academicians.” “Academicians? I always thought it was ack-comedians. Who’s right, Miles?” “I love ack-comedians,” said Miles. “If it means scholars it’s perfect.
Jon Hassler (Staggerford)
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James Rallison (The Odd 1s Out: The First Sequel)
Once the application data transmission between the client and the server begins, the other should acknowledge each data packet sent by either party. As a response to the first TCP packet sent by the client, which carries application data, the server will respond with a TCP ACK packet,
Prabath Siriwardena (Advanced API Security: OAuth 2.0 and Beyond)
Charlotte opened her mouth and started singing very loudly. “The snow glows-”  “Ack!” Ethan shouted. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Stop!
Pixel Ate (The Accidental Minecraft Family: Book 5)