Jake Shields Quotes

But let me ask you this: when Canaan cloaked you with his wings and you disappeared from the Terrestrial realm, did you just...stop existing?" "Of course not," I say, surprised by the question. "It's the same thing, Elle. Ali and your mother have been cloaked by death. You can't see them, but they're not gone. Not really. Our spirits will outlive our physical bodies, so it's our spirits we have to take care of." - page 285

I already told you, I'm not gonna subscribe to your stupid magazine!' she yells. 'We're not selling anything,' Jake calls back. 'We just came to see my favorite chula this side of the Mississippi.' The girl pauses and shields her eyes to get a better look. 'Jacob? That you?' 'In the flesh,' he confirms with a broad grin.

them heard the bone pop. Neither the noise nor the pain in Tommy’s fist stopped him from raining more blows on Jake’s head as his adversary attempted to shield himself with his forearms. Jake refused to retaliate and staggered backwards into the railings while Tommy continued on autopilot, unleashing every drop of wrath and ferocity his body possessed until he was close to empty. There they remained,

Truth and the breastplate of righteousness—being right with God— strengthen us in all our endeavors. We need the shoes of preparation on any of life’s fields, along with the shield of faith—like football pads— to protect against the enemy’s attacks. The helmet of salvation, like a football helmet, also keeps us safe. Praying each day and putting on the full armor of God will help us gain an automatic first down—a deeper connection in God’s zone— and a sure win on any playing field.

The ride to Mineral Point, usually so enjoyable, had turned into a trip through Hell itself. Jake had done well, finding every soft, thick blanket he could find and making a decent bed in the wagon, but the journey was still tortuous for Kate. Every time the wheel hit a bump in the road, bouncing the passengers like dice in a cup, she cried out. While Mary and Becky tended to her in the back, constantly replacing the cold compress on her forehead and shielding her from the early morning sun, Sam drove the horses as hard as he dared. On the rare moments when he did throw a quick glance back at the women, Kate was obscured by the red parasol that Mary held over her. It was probably for the best. He already had a hard enough time trying to concentrate on the road, what with the memory of his girl convulsing on the dirt floor of his cabin.

Close the circle!” yelled Devlin. Jake the gladiator ran over to our injured teammate. “Are you okay?!” Luigio replied weakly, “It hurts… it hurts so much.” “Move him to the middle,” commanded the knight-captain, “and tighten the formation.” “We’re no match for these thieves,” said Lendro. “We’re just guards!” “It’s okay, we’ll work together. We’ll protect you,” said Arthur. “Yeah, we got your back,” said Pierce. Then Devlin commanded, “Alternate our classes for the positions of the defensive circle. I want the positions to be knight, guard, knight, guard.” “Yes, sir. Understood,” replied the knights. The guards and knights got into the new formation. Our defensive power was spread across the circle much more evenly now. “Good job, everyone. Work together and protect each other,” said Devlin. “Yes, sir,” the knights and guards replied. Jake ran up to Devlin. “I want to join the circle. I want to help defend.” “Sorry, my friend. I can’t use you for the circle because you don’t have a shield,” replied the knight-captain. “What am I supposed to do then?” “Stay in the middle and take care of our wounded.” “But I want to he—” Right at that moment, Jake heard a grass block behind him crumble away. Both Devlin and Jake turned back to see what happened. Shadow yelled, “They’re coming from the ground!” Immediately, Jake rushed over to the hole. Right when he reached the hole, he saw an enemy rogue pop his head up. The gladiator jumped in the air and as he descended, he pointed his iron sword downward toward the hole. His attack struck the rogue right between the shoulder and neck.

The federal government is a ponderous battleship, weighed down by its own armor and slow to change course. But when it chooses to marshal its might against an individual, the government is a lean, mean, conviction machine. Meanwhile, the defendant’s lawyer is a loinclothed Roman gladiator protected by a wooden shield, leather shin guards, and prayers to the god Jupiter. The Constitution promises due process but not a fair fight.

eggs and curried chicken salad and double fudge brownies. That was all she was good at: eating. In the summer the Castles, the Alistairs, and the Randolphs all went to the beach together. When they were younger, they would play flashlight tag, light a bonfire, and sing Beatles songs, with Mr. Randolph playing the guitar and Penny’s voice floating above everyone else’s. But at some point Demeter had stopped feeling comfortable in a bathing suit. She wore shorts and oversized T-shirts to the beach, and she wouldn’t go in the water, wouldn’t walk with Penny to look for shells, wouldn’t throw the Frisbee with Hobby and Jake. The other three kids always tried to include Demeter, which was more humiliating, somehow, than if they’d just ignored her. They were earnest in their pursuit of her attention, but Demeter suspected this was their parents’ doing. Mr. Randolph might have offered Jake a twenty-dollar bribe to be nice to Demeter because Al Castle was an old friend. Hobby and Penny were nice to her because they felt sorry for her. Or maybe Hobby and Penny and Jake all had a bet going about who would be the one to break through Demeter’s Teflon shield. She was a game to them. In the fall there were football parties at the Alistairs’ house, during which the adults and Hobby and Jake watched the Patriots, Penny listened to music on her headphones, and Demeter dug into Zoe Alistair’s white chicken chili and topped it with a double spoonful of sour cream. In the winter there were weekends at Stowe. Al and Lynne Castle owned a condo near the mountain, and Demeter had learned to ski as a child. According to her parents, she used to careen down the black-diamond trails without a moment’s hesitation. But by the time they went to Vermont with the Alistairs and the Randolphs, Demeter refused to get on skis at all. She sat in the lodge and drank hot chocolate until the rest of the gang came clomping in after their runs, rosy-cheeked and winded. And then the ski weekends, at least, had stopped happening, because Hobby had basketball and Penny and Jake were in the school musical, which meant rehearsals night and day. Demeter thought back to all those springs, summers, falls, and winters with Hobby and Penny and Jake, and she wondered how her parents could have put her through such exquisite torture. Hobby and Penny and Jake were all exceptional children, while Demeter was seventy pounds overweight, which sank her self-esteem, which led to her getting mediocre grades when she was smart enough for A’s and killed her chances of landing the part of Rizzo in Grease, even though she was a gifted actress. Hobby was in a coma. Her mother was on the phone. She kept