Backdraft Quotes

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Tagged by a whiny little vamp. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
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Kim Harrison (A Fistful of Charms (The Hollows, #4))
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Tagged by a whiny little vamp," he said gesturing. "Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
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Kim Harrison (A Fistful of Charms (The Hollows, #4))
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Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag!” Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.
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Kim Harrison (The Witch With No Name (The Hollows, #13))
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Her head titled to the side and her eyebrows crept up her face. It was her uh-durrr face, she was just too kind to actually say it to me.
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H.M. Ward (Backdraft (The Secret Life of Trystan Scott, #2))
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Break me... and put me back together bright.
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Cole McCade (Backdraft (Criminal Intentions #10))
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backΒ·draft: an occurrence in which a fire that has consumed all available oxygen suddenly explodes
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H.M. Ward (Backdraft (The Secret Life of Trystan Scott, #2))
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The wind rose, whipping at Gregori's solid form, lashing his body,ripping at the waves of black hair so that it streamed around his face. His expression was impassive, the pale silver eyes cold and merciless, unblinking and fixed on his prey. The attack came from sky and ground simultaneously; slivers of sharpened wood shot through the air on the wild winds,aimed directly at Gregori. The wolves leapt for him,eyes glowing hotly in the night. The army of the dead moved relentlessly forward, pressing toward Gregori's lone figure. His hands moved, a complicated pattern drected at the approaching army;then he was whirling, a flowing wind of motion beautiful to the eye,so fast that he blurred. Yelps and howls accompanied bodies flying through the air. Wolves landed to lie motionless at his feet. His expression never changed. There was no hint of anger or emotion,no sign of fear,no break in concentration. He simply acted as the need arose. The skeletons were mowed down by a wall of flame, an orange-red conflagration that rose in the night sky and danced furiously for a brief moment. The army withered into ashes, leaving only a pile of blackened dust that spewed across the street in the ferocious onslaught of the wind. Savannah felt Gregori wince, the pain that sliced though him just before he shut out all sensation.She whirled to face him and saw a sharpened stake portruding from his right shoulder. Even as she saw it, Gregori jerked it free.Blood gushed,spraying the area around him.Just as quickly it stopped,as if cut off midstream. The winds rose to a thunderous pitch, a whirling gale of debris above their heads like the funnel cloud of a tornado. The black cloud spun faster and paster,threatening to suck everything and everyone up into its center where the malevolent red eye stared at them with hatred. The tourists screamed in fear,and even the guide grabbed for a lamppost to hang on grimly.Gregori stood alone,the winds assaulting him,tearing at him, reaching for him.As the whirling column threatened him from above, sounding like the roar of a freight train, he merely clapped his hands, then waved to send a backdraft slamming into the dark entity.The vampire screamed his rage. The thick black cloud sucked in on itself with an audible soumd, hovering in the air, waiting, watching, silent. Evil.No one moved.No one dared to breathe. Suddenly the churning black entity gathered itself and streamed across the night sky,racing away from the hunter over the French Quarter and toward the swamp.Gregori launched himself into the air,shape-shifting as he did so,ducking the bolts of white-hot energy and slashing stakes flying in the turbulant air.
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Christine Feehan (Dark Magic (Dark, #4))
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That voice, too - that one whispered inside him, coiling around him, reminding him of every terrible and painful thing he had ever been taught; every wrongness, every darkness, every conditioned response that told him to obey without question and the pain wold stop.
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Cole McCade (Backdraft (Criminal Intentions #10))
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Sometimes it felt as though they said more with their bodies than with their words; talking was for shared secrets, for navigating the common boundaries of the space they made together… But touch was for the emotions that had no words.
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Cole McCade (Backdraft (Criminal Intentions #10))
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Brie's expiration date on revenge was never.
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H.M. Ward (Backdraft (The Secret Life of Trystan Scott, #2))
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I felt like a trophy child, someone he had around to show off. It felt like it was more important that his daughter was perfectβ€”but, I was his daughter and I was neither of those things. I worked hard to get my grades, and I tried so hard to meet his expectations, but I failed. Over and over again, I fell short. I didn't measure up. That feeling never faded.
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H.M. Ward (Backdraft (The Secret Life of Trystan Scott, #2))
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I just wished they'd see Mari, their daughter. I wished they saw how much I liked art and how much I didn't want to dedicate my life to something I wasn't passionate about.
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H.M. Ward (Backdraft (The Secret Life of Trystan Scott, #2))
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Backdraftβ€”β€œYou go, we go.” If he dies, I die with him.
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Shelly Morgan (Forsaken Sinners MC #1-3)
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Tagged by a whiny little vamp,” he said, gesturing. β€œRache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I’m a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
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Kim Harrison (A Fistful of Charms (The Hollows, #4))