Nick Eh Quotes

Eh, ca c'est bon. That was life. Some days you ate the rougarou. Some days the rougarou devoured you.

And that's the last time we will ever speak, probably. 'No problem': the last words I will ever say to somebody I have been reasonably close to before our lives take different directions. Weird, eh? You spend Christmas at somebody's house, you worry about their operations, you give them hugs and kisses and flowers, you see them in their dressing gown...and then, bang, that's it. Gone forever. And sooner or later there will be another mum, another Christmas, more varicose veins.

Nick tapped the case in his pocket. "These look expensive. Stole them, did you?" "One could say I 'nicked' them. Eh?

Come along.” Nick took her arm when they left the box, and with his superior height, navigated her deftly through the crowds. “Where are we going?” Ellen asked, for she did not recognize the path they were traveling. “To meet your fate, my lady,” Nick said, but his eyes were sparkling, and Ellen didn’t realize the significance of his comment until she was being tugged backstage toward a growing buzz of voices. “The green room is this way”—Nick steered her along—“but for you, we will refer to it as the throne room. Ladies and gentlemen…” Nick bellowed as he gently pushed Ellen into a crowded, well-lit room. “Make way for the artist’s muse and for a large fellow bent on reaching that punch bowl.” Applause burst forth, and the crowd parted, leaving Ellen staring across the room at Valentine where he stood, a glass in his hand, still in his formal attire. He’d never looked so handsome to her, or so tired and happy and uncertain. He set the glass down and held out his left hand to her. “My Ellen,” he said, as if introducing her. She tried to make her steps dignified before all these strangers, but then she was walking very quickly, then, hang it, she pelted the rest of the distance right into his arms, holding on to him with every ounce of her strength. She did not leave his side when the duke and duchess were announced or when his various siblings and friends came to congratulate him. She was still right by his side when the duke approached. “Well.” Moreland smiled at his youngest son. “Suppose I was mistaken, then.” “Your Grace?” Ellen heard surprise in Val’s voice, and pleasure. “I kept trying to haze you off in a different direction, afraid the peasants wouldn’t appreciate you for the virtuoso you are.” The duke sipped his drink, gaze roving the crowd until it lit on his wife standing beside Westhaven. “I was worrying for nothing all those years. Of course they’re going to love you—you are my son, after all.” “I am that,” Val said softly, catching his father’s eye. “I always will be.” “I think you’re going to be somebody’s husband too, eh, lad?” The duke winked very boldly at Ellen then sauntered off, having delivered a parting shot worthy of the ducal reputation. “My papa is hell-bent on grandchildren. I hope you are not offended?” Ellen shook her head. “Of course not, but Valentine, we do need to talk.” “We do.” He signaled to Nick, where that worthy fellow stood guarding the punch bowl. Nick nodded imperceptibly in response and called some inane insult over the crowd to Westhaven, who quipped something equally pithy right back to the amusement of all onlookers, while Val and Ellen slipped out the door. By the light of a single tallow candle, he led Ellen to a deserted practice room. He set the candle on the floor before tugging her down beside him on the piano bench. “I can’t marry you,” Ellen said, wanting to make sure the words were said before she lost her resolve. “Hear me out,” Val replied quietly. “I think you’ll change your mind. I hope and pray you’ll change your mind, or all my talent, all my music, all my art means nothing.

«Luka?» «Ehm… sì?» Luka si rese conto che sia Nick che Jeana lo stavano fissando in attesa. «Scusa, hai detto qualcosa?» Jeana ridacchiò. «Beh, stavo aspettando che ci presentassi, ma mi sa che dovremmo darti modo di riprenderti.» E porse la mano a Nick. «Jeana. Migliore amica. Complice. Spacco il culo a chiunque provi a ferire il mio amico.» Luka si strozzò. «Jeans!» Jeana alzò le spalle e fece un gran sorriso, assolutamente impenitente. Nick le sorrise a sua volta e le strinse la mano. «Nick.» «Lo so. Dovrei essere morta e sepolta per non saperlo.» Il sorriso di Nick si allargò. «Qualunque cosa tu abbia sentito su di me, ti posso assicurare che forse solo la metà è vera.» «Oh, sul serio?» chiese Jeana. Luka notò che non aveva ancora lasciato andare la mano di Nick. «E allora, l’articolo che ho letto su…» Luka batté le mani. «Okay! Che ne dite se iniziamo a mangiare, eh? La cena si sta raffreddando.»

—¿No tienes amigos con quien pasar el rato? (Nick) —Los tengo. Pero el problema es que cuando paso el rato con mis amigos, por lo general se pone feo para el resto de vosotros. Especialmente cuando estamos aburridos. Nada nos entretiene más que las plagas, la guerra, el hambre, y masacres sangrientas. (Grim) —Juegas a Dragones y Mazmorras, también, ¿eh? ¿Quién es tu Maestro de los Calabozos? (Nick) —La diferencia entre mi grupo y el tuyo, es que nuestros juguetes son reales." (Grim)

—Hazme un favor. (Acheron) —¿No chupar tu cinturón de seguridad? (Nick) La expresión de Ash fue de confusión total. —¿Eh? ¿De dónde sacas ese disparate? (Acheron) —Cuando yo era un niño, lo hice una vez en el coche nuevo de mi tía Mennie. Ahora cada vez que me meto en el coche y ella conduce, me dice hazme un favor, y eso es lo que siempre sigue después. Lo siento. Hábito. (Nick)

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