Nod Kane Quotes

Annabeth nodded. "That's right.Alexander conquered Egypt.After he died, his general Ptolemy took over. He wanted the Egyptians to accept him as their pharaoh, so he mashed the Egyptian gods and the Greek gods together and made up new ones." "Sounds messy," Sadie said. "I prefer my gods unmashed.

Kane didn’t even wait for me to finish. He stalked over to Halden, eerily calm. “You love this woman?” Halden looked right at me with fervor. “More than anything.” Bleeding. Stones. Kane nodded curtly. “Good.” Then he looked to the soldiers behind Halden, “Kill him.

Help me?" Hope opened as sweetly as a rose in sunlight, bright and beautiful."Really?" He nodded. "Oh, Kane. Thank you!" He planned to kill her, the darling man.

didn’t choose that life,” she patted her chest rapidly. “That was me, that was me. God never wanted that, I promise you, baby. God loves you,” she cried, bitterly. “Who do you think helped me escape? It was Kane, and who do you think told him to help me?” She pointed up and nodded, her teary eyes wide and hopeful. “That’s right, the Man upstairs, He told Kane to help me. And he listened." She gasped several times, face crimping in agony again. "But I didn’t. I knew better than that life, I knew it was wrong but I was young and stupid. Don’t you fucking listen to those lies in your head,” she hissed. “All lies. The truth is in here,” she pressed her palm firmly to his chest. "It's all in here.

I mean, it's just sex. It's simple biology, right? You build up tension and stress-- you need to open a valve somewhere and let it out, or you'll explode. Nothing deep and emotional about it, just a bodily function. Like sneezing.' 'Sure,' Kane said, nodding sagely. 'Coed naked sneezing. The next wave in porn.

I'm sorry, I really did want to talk to you." His free hand went to her face and cupped her cheek. Something tightened pleasantly in her belly. "Just talk?" she breathed. He nodded, but used their clasped hands to pull her closer to him. She raised her head and met his eyes, a storm of blue and green. She smirked. "That's a shame.

We’re roommates.” Immediately, he backpedals. “I-I mean, not just roommates, obviously…” “No, we’re much more than that,” Lyssa supplies, nodding at my son encouragingly. This is like watching a bad sitcom. They’re both terrible liars. “We’re like, all the things,” Mason says finally. Lyssa smiles brightly. “All of them!” And then they high five. Christ.

So let me get this straight,’ Sadie said. ‘We break into a heavily guarded Russian national museum, find the magicians’ secret headquarters, find a dangerous scroll and escape. Meanwhile, you will be eating chocolate.’ Bes nodded solemnly. ‘It’s a good plan. It might work. If something happens and I can’t meet you at the Chocolate Museum, our exit point is the Egyptian Bridge, to the south at the Fontanka River. Just turn on the –’ ‘Enough,’ Sadie said. ‘You will meet us at the chocolate shop. And you will provide me with a takeaway bag. That is final. Now, go!’ Bes gave her a lopsided smile. ‘You’re okay, girl.

You have me all to yourself, germinator. What do you want to do?” I whispered, only wincing a little at the pain in my throat. Kane locked his eyes on mine and with a smirk, he said, “When you come back here I want to turn on my laptop and watch season three of the Sons of Anarchy with you.” Fuck. How’d I get so lucky? “I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Kane laughed, “Then shut up and listen to me talk. Rest your voice - your throat won’t heal otherwise.” “One more thing then I’ll stop.” “What is it?” “I love you,” I whispered. Kane’s face softened. “I love you too, Aideen. You’re my whole world, babydoll, but if you say one more word, I’ll put tape over your mouth.” “Me and you?” He nodded. “Me and you.

I looked into Kane’s eyes when he spoke and I nodded my head. “I’m tryin’, I really am. I just can’t help it.” “I will protect you.” Kane swore, his eyes locked on mine. “No one will ever hurt you.” I lightly smiled. “Me knight in shinin’... tattoos.

You should’ve seen her talking to Neith about Jelly Babies. She was like…I don’t know, a verbal freight train. The goddess never stood a chance.” “Yes, I saw,” Anubis said. “It was endearing, in an annoying sort of way.” “I beg your pardon?” I wasn’t sure which of them to slap first. “And when she turns red like that,” Anubis added, as if I were some interesting specimen. “Cute,” Walt agreed. “So have you decided?” Anubis asked him. “This is our last chance.” “Yes. I can’t leave her.” Anubis nodded and squeezed his shoulder. “Neither can I.

I pouted. “Please, just try to put the head in a little more... I really need to feel you, Kane. I’m begging you.” Kane set his jaw, but his eyes fluttered shut when I rubbed back against him. “Just... just the tip?” he whispered and cracked an eye open. Hell. No. I nodded my head to appease him. “Just the tip, baby,” I repeated. I was spewing bullshit because as soon as I got the chance I would push back and take all of him. “Oh, fuck,” Kane snarled. “This is… God!” I quivered as goose bumps broke out over my skin. “Yes, just a little more.” Kane’s fingers dug into my hips. “You aren’t making this… easier. Fuck. How do you feel tighter?” I licked my lips. “Lack of use, maybe?” Kane slapped my arse and said, “Smartass.

I don’t believe in love that never ends,” said Aiden, his whisper clear and distinct. “I don’t believe in being true until death or finding the other half of your soul.” Harvard raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Privately, he considered that it might be good that Aiden hadn’t delivered this speech to this guy he apparently liked so much—whom Aiden had never even mentioned to his best friend before now. This speech was not romantic. Once again, Harvard had to wonder if what he’d been assuming was Aiden’s romantic prowess had actually been many guys letting Aiden get away with murder because he was awfully cute. But Aiden sounded upset, and that spoke to an instinct in Harvard natural as breath. He put his arm around Aiden, and drew his best friend close against him, warm skin and soft hair and barely there shirt and all, and tried to make a sound that was more soothing than fraught. “I don’t believe in songs or promises. I don’t believe in hearts or flowers or lightning strikes.” Aiden snatched a breath as though it was his last before drowning. “I never believed in anything but you.” “Aiden,” said Harvard, bewildered and on the verge of distress. He felt as if there was something he wasn’t getting here. Even more urgently, he felt he should cut off Aiden. It had been a mistake to ask. This wasn’t meant for Harvard, but for someone else, and worse than anything, there was pain in Aiden’s voice. That must be stopped now. Aiden kissed him, startling and fierce, and said against Harvard’s mouth, “Shut up. Let me… let me.” Harvard nodded involuntarily, because of the way Aiden had asked, unable to deny Aiden even things Harvard should refuse to give. Aiden’s warm breath was running down into the small shivery space between the fabric of Harvard’s shirt and his skin. It was panic-inducing, feeling all the impulses of Harvard’s body and his heart like wires that were not only crossed but also impossibly tangled. Disentangling them felt potentially deadly. Everything inside him was in electric knots. “I’ll let you do anything you want,” Harvard told him, “but don’t—don’t—” Hurt yourself. Seeing Aiden sad was unbearable. Harvard didn’t know what to do to fix it. The kiss had turned the air between them into dry grass or kindling, a space where there might be smoke or fire at any moment. Aiden was focused on toying with the collar of Harvard’s shirt, Aiden’s brows drawn together in concentration. Aiden’s fingertips glancing against his skin burned. “You’re so warm,” Aiden said. “Nothing else ever was. I only knew goodness existed because you were the best. You’re the best of everything to me.” Harvard made a wretched sound, leaning in to press his forehead against Aiden’s. He’d known Aiden was lonely, that the long line of guys wasn’t just to have fun but tied up in the cold, huge manor where Aiden had spent his whole childhood, in Aiden’s father with his flat shark eyes and sharp shark smile, and in the long line of stepmothers who Aiden’s father chose because he had no use for people with hearts. Harvard had always known Aiden’s father wanted to crush the heart out of Aiden. He’d always worried Aiden’s father would succeed. Aiden said, his voice distant even though he was so close, “I always knew all of you was too much to ask for.” Harvard didn’t know what to say, so he obeyed a wild foolish impulse, turned his face the crucial fraction toward Aiden’s, and kissed him. Aiden sank into the kiss with a faint sweet noise, as though he’d finally heard Harvard’s wordless cry of distress and was answering it with belated reassurance: No, I’ll be all right. We’re not lost. The idea of anyone not loving Aiden back was unimaginable, but it had clearly happened. Harvard couldn’t think of how to say it, so he tried to make the kiss say it. I’m so sorry you were in pain. I never guessed. I’m sorry I can’t fix this, but I would if I could. He didn’t love you, but I do.

Naturally Sweet store.” He looked up at me. “That sound about right?” I nodded. “You got a name?” “Yeah. Vitaly Scherbo.

Through the shimmering heat, I could just make out an island in the middle of the lake. On it rose a glittering black temple that looked not at all friendly. “The Hall of Judgment,” I guessed. Bast nodded. “Times like this, I’m glad I don’t have a mortal soul.

I haven’t made anyone my hyena to call yet, Kane, did you remember that? One of the things I learned from the Mother of All Darkness was how to break the bonds between vampires and their servants. I could just take you from Asher, bind you to me, and thanks to the ardeur I would be your exception, Kane. You’d fuck me, because you’d crave me like a drug.” “No . . . lies.” “Oh, I’m not lying. Why tell a lie when the truth is so much more terrible?” “Bitch.” “Oh, Kane, you can do better than that.” “He’ll never . . . top you . . . again if you hurt me.” “Narcissus is going to kill Asher if he can, so he won’t be topping, or fucking, anyone.” “He loves Asher.” “You know, I think he does, but Asher never loves the people who love him the most; he always chases the ones who don’t want him, haven’t you figured that out yet?” “He loves me enough to . . . do this.” I nodded. “Yes, he does, because in you he’s finally found someone more problematic, more jealous, more of a shit, than he is—it’s only taken him six, seven hundred years to find someone who exemplifies his own worst traits. He’ll keep you close, Kane, I don’t know why, but he sees something in you he wants.” Kane swallowed, and his eyes were able to look at mine again. I got up still nude and left him lying on the floor with my towel curled up beside him. “You and Asher deserve each other, Kane, you really do.

Have you ever… liked anyone for real?” Harvard asked in a voice that started low and sank with every word, until it almost disappeared on the word real. Aiden didn’t trust himself to speak, so he only nodded. “What did you say to him?” “I never said anything to him,” Aiden answered slowly. “But there were things I wanted to say.” “Like what?” murmured Harvard, then shut his eyes, lashes black silk fans against his cheekbones. “You don’t have to say. Not if it hurts. You don’t have to.” It hurt, but this would be Aiden’s only chance to say all the things he wanted to say. He wouldn’t get another. Life always hurt, but Harvard was the only one who could ever make it feel better. Aiden leaned in toward Harvard as close as he could get, so close that every breath was like a storm in the tiny space between them. The blood beneath his skin seemed like thunder, every faint electric impulse turned to dangerous lightning, and every whisper to a desperate shout. Aiden whispered: “Listen.

I missed you, Carter,” he said. “I can’t tell you how much. But we made the right choice. We all did. If you had saved me in the world above, we would have lost everything. For the first time in millennia, we have a chance at rebirth, and a chance to stop chaos because of you.” “There had to be another way,” I said. “You could’ve fought as a mortal, without…without—” “Carter, when Osiris was alive, he was a great king. But when he died—” “He became a thousand times more powerful,” I said, remembering the story Dad used to tell me. My father nodded. “The Duat is the foundation for the real world. If there is chaos here, it reverberates in the upper world. Helping Osiris to his throne was a first step, a thousand times more important than anything I could’ve done

The way Bill was the other day, and with what’s happening at the farm I –’ ‘Dad talked to me about that after you left.’ Heather’s voice was sharp. ‘He said you’re imagining things, just like your mother.’ Ellie clenched her hands on her lap as anger surged through her. ‘It’s something to do with the Aboriginal council or the environmental committee, isn’t it?’ It was dark now and Ellie couldn’t see Heather’s expression. Kane reached over and squeezed her hand. ‘What happened the other day?’ ‘Bill warned me off when I asked him some questions.’ ‘Like he said, Ellie, just drop it. It was an accident.’ Heather’s voice was short. There was no more conversation until they got back to the lodge. Ellie pushed opened the door of her apartment. Kane raised his hand and stepped in first and flicked the lights on. ‘It’s okay. All good.’ ‘You can have my room. I’ve got an early start. I’ll sleep on the sofa.’ Ellie frowned as Heather nodded and walked past her into the bedroom. The door closed behind her with a loud click and Kane raised his eyebrows. Ellie crossed the living area and stood by the bedroom door. ‘Something sounded a bit off, didn’t it?’ ‘It did.’ ‘I’m not going to let it go.’ Ellie pushed open the door and sat beside her friend as she lay back on the pillow with her hand over her eyes. ‘What’s going on, Heather? I know there’s something. Why would someone do this to Bill? Has he been threatened?’ Heather’s eyes flew open and she stared at Ellie. ‘What?’ ‘I think I know what’s going on.’ Heather’s face closed. ‘You heard Dad at our place. He’s right. Just stay out of it.’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Heather. Someone tortured him tonight. They cut his finger off. What the hell is

The pair shared a glance. The older one nodded. “I’ve heard of you both.” Taking Kane’s hand, she added, “I’m Dayla Brinn, the Coven Pointe leader, and this—” she gestured to the blonde “—is Fiona Westin.

One year ago today, we had our first date.” “At the old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.” Kane nodded and looked around the Pizzaplex’s dining room. “This was as close as I could get to re-creating that, since the Pizzeria shut down.

Walt had arrived. He ripped through the enemy line with his bare hands—throwing one rebel magician down the hallway with inhuman strength, touching another and instantly encasing the man in mummy linen. He grabbed the staff of a third rebel, and it crumbled to dust. Finally he swept his hand toward the remaining enemies, and they shrank to the size of dolls. Canopic jars—the sort used to bury a mummy’s internal organs—sprang up around each of the tiny magicians, sealing them in with lids shaped like animal heads. The poor magicians yelled desperately, banging on the clay containers and wobbling about like a line of very unhappy bowling pins. Walt turned to our friends. “Is everyone all right?” He looked like normal old Walt—tall and muscular with a confident face, soft brown eyes, and strong hands. But his clothes had changed. He wore jeans, a dark Dead Weather T-shirt, and a black leather jacket—Anubis’s outfit, sized up to fit Walt’s physique. All I had to do was lower my vision into the Duat, just a bit, and I saw Anubis standing there in all his usual annoying gorgeousness. Both of them—occupying the same space. “Get ready,” Walt told our troops. “They’ve sealed the doors, but I can—” Then he noticed me, and his voice faltered. “Sadie,” he said. “I—” “Something about opening the doors?” I demanded. He nodded mutely. “Amos is in there?” I asked. “Fighting Kwai and Jacobi and who knows what else?” He nodded again. “Then stop staring at me and open the doors, you annoying boy!” I was talking to both of them. It felt quite natural. And it felt good to let my anger out. I’d deal with those two—that one—whatever he was—later. Right now, my uncle needed me. Walt/Anubis had the nerve to smile. He put his hand on the doors. Gray ash spread across the surface. The bronze crumbled to dust.

Is that saran wrap on your arm?" Ryder asked Alec. Alec looked down to his arm and nodded. "I got the space on the back of my tricep filled in." "With what?" Kane asked. "The tribal love, live, and loyalty tat that Dominic has." Ryder groaned out loud. "Dammit, now we're going to have to get it." "Why?" Kane asked. "Because dipshit here and Dominic will make it seem like we have no love for them if we don’t get one too, since the tat represents us, and our bond. Am I right?" Alec nodded his head. "Dead right." Ryder grunted while Kane muttered, "Fuck." "What's the big deal? You’re both cover in tattoos." "Exactly," Ryder said. "I'm running out of space.

I'm okay, baby. Just give me this," he whispered into her ear, hoping to ease some of her concern. "After tonight, it's all over. Just give me this last night." Autumn nodded against his shoulder, letting out a small sob as she hugged him tighter. "Robert, please take her to the car." Kane

Meet me tonight. I can come to you," Avery said. He didn't stop Kane from adjusting himself, but he didn't move away either. "It'll be late before I get off," Kane said, to his own surprise. He absolutely didn't do casual sex. That was one hundred percent against his beliefs, but here he was taking whatever Avery offered. "It doesn't matter the time," Avery said, and Kane nodded. This time Avery let him sidestep away. The distance helped with his perspective as he looked down his body, making sure his clothing lay right. He buttoned his suit jacket to hide his erection.

Don't stand me up," Avery repeated. Kane never looked back, only nodded as he retreated to his office. He needed time. Avery Adams had gone from being the guest from hell, to kissing him like he'd never been kissed before. A kiss that extracted his soul and had him agreeing to a one-night stand. He was going to need lots of time to figure all this out.

Was your father a pastor?" Avery had hit the nail on the head and Kane only nodded. He was laying himself open for Avery to reject him, but he couldn't stop himself.

I don't care. I like the idea of moments like this with you. Always," Avery said, nodding as he let the word sink in. "You fit me perfectly. And I knew you would. From the first minute I saw you, I just knew." Avery's words were packed full of the emotion churning through him. He kept his movements tender. "You get quiet when I say words like that. It makes me insecure." "I like what you're saying, it's just so fast," Kane whispered. "Amount of time doesn't matter. Let's do this, see where it goes," Avery said, staring intently down at him. Kane finally nodded, and relief caused Avery to tighten his grip on the man.

Was he in any pain?" Kane asked and took a small drink from the water bottle Robert insisted he hold. "No, sir," Robert said. Kane nodded through the tears. "Good. I wouldn't want him in pain." Kane wiped at the tears that blurred his vision even as more tissues were shoved into his hand. "Has anyone called Kennedy?" "No, sir. I was waiting on you first," Robert answered, finally standing, but keeping Kane in a tight embrace against his side.

Well, I guess that's it then. I'm running," Avery said, moving from the coffee table to the sofa, wrapping an arm around Kane's back. "I guess you are," Kane nodded. He let Avery draw him into a small snuggle. "So, are you changing your vote for me?" Avery teased, sliding his hand under Kane's sweater, letting his fingertips graze the bare skin of his stomach. "I don't know. You'll have to work for it. Convince me." Kane leaned in to capture Avery's lips with his. There was only a small swipe of tongue before he pulled away, conscious of the kids being home. "Oh, I'll work for it. Come upstairs and we'll start now," Avery suggested, waggling his eyebrows. "Tonight," Kane said. He moved away from the hold, and it cost him to do so, but he pulled Avery up with him. "I think it's a pizza kind of night, and we need to call your mom and Paulie. They'll play a huge part in this. We need to tell them the big news." "Kane…" There was a distinct whine to Avery's voice. "Babe, I like my idea so much better…

I think so. Look, I'm here to let you know I'm selling La Bella Luna," Kane began, and the shock showed on Rodney's face. He started to speak, but Kane stopped him, raising a hand. "And I want you to buy it." "Kane, man, I can't afford this place. And I don't have the credit to get this kind of money," Rodney said. He was up and on his feet, panic now replaced the shock. "Trust me, you can afford it. And I'll carry the note. Avery's firm can draw up the papers," Kane said, realizing for the first time in a long time his super-calm facade was back in place. "I want you to have the place. It's the only way I can let it go." That stopped Rodney in his tracks. His face again went through a variety of changes, until uncertainty settled in. "Can I handle it?" "I think you can. You already do most of the work now. I can stay on as your consultant. Talk you through anything you need help with. I'll also handle the paperwork transfer and be your lender. Paulie would want you to have it," Kane added, nodding his head now.

You’re mine now,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her soft mouth. “You’re mine now and everything is going to be okay.” She nods trustingly. “I knew you’d grow up to be brave,” she whispers.

You finally made an honest man out of me, Kane. It has to be close to midnight. Let's go home," Avery suggested, nodding his head as he spoke. Kane chuckled, hugging him tighter. Avery felt the full hard-on Kane had going on in his pants, and he grew even harder. "Let's tell Mom and Paulie goodnight and sneak out. No need to make a big to-do about it, everyone's having a good time. I don't want them to think they have to leave because we are.

Yes, he has, but I would like to ask you a question. Do you ever take time to eat? Would you like to join me for dinner? My treat?" Avery asked, again he was met with more uncertainty. The question must have thrown Kane off. After another moment of pause, Markie interrupted them, bringing the bottle of wine to the table. Avery went through the steps of tasting and accepting before Kane answered the question. "Thank you for the invitation, but I must regrettably decline. Enjoy yourself, and this bottle of wine's on me." Kane's skin was pale, probably from the long winter months. The slight blush never left his cheeks as he nodded and left the table. Kane's response wasn't quite a rebuff, but definitely a no, without any excuse as to why. What did that mean? Yet somehow, Avery recognized those few short moments had set them on a new course. One Avery had no idea about, but was more than happy to play along with.

From the corner of his eye, he saw most of the kitchen staff standing in the small windows of the double doors beside him. La Bella Luna was full tonight, how was Paulie letting this happen? Weren't there dinners to prepare? Kane cocked a brow, turning inquisitively toward the window, only to see Paulie's smirking face gloating back at him. He had to be in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Drill Sergeant Paulie gave him a big grin and nodded him toward the table.

I sighed. "He squeezed me arse and seemed surprised that it was real." Dominic looked to me with raised eyebrows. "You aren't upset that a stranger practically molested you, but you're upset that said stranger thought your ass was fake?" Damn. "I've been with you so long that serious things are startin' to take a back seat to stupid problems." Dominic shook his head. "You're crazy." I smiled as we got back to our table then I leaned over and hugged Kane and said thank you. "You okay?" he asked. I nodded my head. "Me arse broke me fall." Kane chortled.

Instead of questioning him directly any more, they had him spell out what he wanted to say letter by letter, Deadpan pointing them out on the chart and Kane jotting them down on a piece of paper — providing Eddie nodded yes — until he had complete words and sentences made up out of them.

Kane, north hallway.” With a nod, Kane swerved at the next corner. One of the lightbulbs in the chandelier shattered the moment he did so, spraying glass in every direction. There was a hiss, a muttered curse. Then, of course, another bulb exploded. Disaster. Couldn’t take him anywhere,