Bottoms Josie Quotes

From the bottom of Bharat Aluminium Company’s (Balco) largest fly-ash pond, I saw a thick mixture of water and fly-ash dripping into the Hasdeo river.

The twisting motion stopped, because my stomach bottomed out. “South Dakota? I’m not even sure I can point out where South Dakota is on a map.” The slight curve of his lips appeared again. “It’s between nothing-there-interests-me and land-of-the-great-nothing.

Josie got to the final bunker and started pouring in the grain when a putrid odor filled her nose. She covered her face with her hand. Goats had a strong scent, especially the billy goats, but that wasn't what she smelled. It was a distinctive odor. Animals were always dying on the farm. Whether it be a goat, chicken, or a nighttime visitor like a possum or raccoon, animals died, and their stink was unmistakable. Josie knew that she couldn't let the goats feed from bunks that contained a carcass. She was carefully pawing through the three feet of hay that lined the bottom of the bunk in search of the animal when she saw it. The deep indigo of denim. Josie paused. It was so out of place, so foreign a sight, it took a moment for her to register what she was seeing.

from Josie. Josie, smaller and more vulnerable than Emily, was buffeted by the waves. It took all her might to stand her ground. One hit her. Another came. A third slapped her down, dragging her into a whirlpool of sand and water. Josie was twisted head over heels, her small arms flailing, until she didn't know which way was up, or where down was. She hit the sand hard. Salt stung her shoulder where it was scraped bloody by shell and rock. Over and over again Josie was tumbled and dragged on the rocky bottom only to be sucked back up into the churning, crystalline bubble of water. She was suffocating. Death was around the corner. There was no savior in sight. She wanted her mother. Where was her mother, Josie wondered, as Hannah fought for her life?

Do they this often?” Kassandra asked, unable to draw her eyes from the men. “Often enough,” Joanna replied softly. “They are superb, are they not?” Kassandra watched a little longer before she nodded. “It is as well they are not enemies.” The men locked swords just as Royce happened to be facing the balcony. The moment he saw the women, he stepped away, disengaging with a quick word to Alex, who turned and looked up. “You are back,” Alex said as he joined Royce in lowering his sword. “How was Gunter’s?” “Sticky,” Joanna replied. “We were very bad. Are you done?” “Yes, of course,” Royce said. “I hope we didn’t disturb you.” He looked to Kassandra as he spoke. She returned his scrutiny calmly despite the sudden, rapid beating of her heart. With difficulty, she dragged her gaze away and followed Joanna down the steps from the balcony. As the women emerged into the gallery, Joanna said, “Why ever would I be disturbed by the sight of my husband and my brother seemingly intent on skewering each other?” “You know it is only play,” Alex said, a touch defensively. “It relaxes us.” “I would hate to see how you fight when you are not relaxed,” Joanna rejoined, but tenderly. Between these two flowed a love and understanding so absolute that Kassandra felt compelled to look away lest she trespass even inadvertently in a realm where only they belonged. Royce must have felt the same, for after a quick glance, he turned his attention to Kassandra. “And what did you think of your excursion?” “It was wonderful. Everything was as I imagined, only more so.” “You will make enthusiasm the fashion.” “Will I?” she asked, scarcely aware of what she said, for awareness of him overwhelmed all else. He stood, sword in hand, the damp fabric of his shirt revealing the powerful, sculpted muscles of his chest and arms. He looked, she thought, uncannily like the warriors she and every other young Akoran girl had peeked at during illicit visits to the training fields, giggling behind their hands even as they goggled appreciatively. Yet he was British from the top of his golden head to the bottom of his brilliantly polished boots.

land on it. I’ll give it to him: he’s super-cute. All blond curls and pudge, with a couple of tiny white bottom teeth and peaches in his cheeks. For one so tiny, he’s

A lot of people like to keep a notepad or a file on their phone where they can just jot down a rating of their hunger stability, one to five. Five being super stable, one being bottom-drop-out hunger. Rate your energy level, mood, concentration—again, one being lousy and five being optimal.

It tore Josie’s heart out to leave her there, but their training dictated that they neutralize the threat before they tended to the wounded. Standing and stepping over more debris, Josie made her way to the basement door. Noah followed her lead, moving along with her. She readied herself to go first. He pulled the door open, and Josie stepped through, onto a small landing. At the bottom of a small staircase hung a single dull yellow light bulb. Beyond it was only darkness and two killers.