Rescued By Ruby Quotes

We’re rescued all right. Summer’s ridden in and saved the day like a tiny, breathless, Asian badass, guns blazing.

Don’t wait too long to be rescued, old lady – you might pass your sell-by date.

To say that I fail at small talk is like saying Superman dislikes kryptonite.

It feels like everything that’s happened was meant to bring us together. Like we’re the two people most right for each other in the whole world—in several worlds. Maybe I did have to leave Earth and come to the far ends of the galaxy just to meet him. It’s a fair trade-off. He

This has created a highly skewed perception of Arab women that relegates us to what I call “Pets or Threats”: we are positioned as helpless, repressed victims without agency or a voice worth listening to, desperately in need of a white savior to rescue us from the clutches of our Bad Arab kin; or we are Bad Arabs ourselves, threats that must be contained and kept in our place. If we are not one, we must be the other.

I realized the only person standing in the way of what I wanted was me. You can choose to sit back and let things happen, or you can do something about it.

I’m kidnapping you,” my Suh-mer announces. “I already got the chief’s permission and everything. I’m going to kidnap you and hold you hostage in the cabin here for the next few days and have my wicked, wicked way with you.” She smiles up at me and wriggles her eyebrows.

It’s ultimately Vektal’s decision. He’s the chief. But he’s also…well, he’s innocent.” She frowns to herself. “All of these people are. If you tried to explain war to them, or murder, they don’t get it. To them, all people are a great big happy family that get along. Sure, we argue, but the worst thing you can do to someone is ignore them for a few days. And we all saw how well that went with Bek, right?” She grimaces. “But you and I know not everyone is nice. Not everyone is in this for the common good.

She gives me a sharp look. “Warrek is a good guy. He’s sweet, kind, and devoted. All of these men are. Do you ever see anyone cheating on their woman? Not going to work? Standing around and drinking all day long and then demanding his woman make him a sandwich? These are good men. I just don’t want you to play him, that’s all.”   “I wouldn’t play him. I don’t think I’d even know how,” I protest.   “I know,” Gail says. She pats my arm. “But I think you jump in without thinking from time to time, and that’s why I wanted to say something. It’s clear he likes you and you like him. But I think that these guys have a hard time with flirtation. To them, they go straight from holding hands and right to making a home together. There’s no in-between with them. And it’s a small tribe. You’re gonna have to see his ass every day after this. Make sure that there’s no bad blood between you.”   Bad blood? “I wouldn’t do that to him. I like him.” “All right then,” Gail says, satisfied. “Just don’t let your mouth make promises that your heart can’t cash.

Do I get a reward?" he asked as he brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss. Ruby darted her eyes away from him as she blushed with embarrassment. "For my rescue?" she dared. His eyes twinkled. "For rescuing each other." He placed his hand along her back and pulled her against his chest.

Okay, starting tomorrow I’ll be a self-rescuing princess. That sounds good. Today,

She looks sort of like a nurse, Ruby thought. Or a nun, but a movie star nun, not a real one, and an old-fashioned rescuing-the-orphans sort of movie star nun, not the comedy sort. It was her face. It was open and fresh and happy and she had shiny dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The women here are treated incredibly well by their mates. And they’re all ridiculously happy. It’s hard not to want that. And the guys are hot. Like seven-foot tall, muscular as all get out, flowing dark hair, every female’s fantasy kind of hot.

I’ve always believed that, as long as we’re left alone to do what we’re good at, and be who we’ve decided to be, things will turn out all right in the end. Now, me being strapped to a chair, unable to see what is going on, and Egan coming to the rescue, carrying a freaking bomb. That is not — by a mile — all right.

Yes. You are my opponent, and I am going to take control of your board.” That’s the sexiest, most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard.

By the way, thanks for rescuing me out there.’ Hitch just smiled. ‘It was nothing kid. Everyone needs rescuing once in a while.

That or some kind of glass bead or lesser gemstone made to look like a ruby,” Sera said. “It’s hard to tell while it’s still in the dirt.” Josh and Lauren’s animated conversation as they took measurements and recorded data sparked a fire in the pit of Sera’s stomach. It wasn’t like her to be so possessive over a find, but she couldn’t help the jealousy that burned inside, especially because she couldn’t hear what they were saying about the amulet. She dropped her gaze. Gulping half of her water bottle, she choked on the last bit as it went down the wrong tube. Nora gave her a few hard pats on the shoulder to help clear her airway. Sera waved her away as she coughed. Hardly the first time she needed rescuing while doing something as simple as drinking water. Being the opposite of graceful came with risks, a fact Nora knew well when it came to Sera. It wasn’t all that unusual to still be friends with the same people from elementary school, but it was far less common to share similar interests all the way through college. Serafina and Eleanor had formed a lifelong bond the moment they met in their Li’l Archaeologists summer program, despite being opposites in just about every way. Nora was the light to her dark—blonde and outgoing next to brunette and reserved. “Didn’t Chad tell you not to dig in that area? I’ll bet he’s kicking himself so hard right now.

But the things she says are fascinating.

Until that moment, she had not known that she was not afraid to die. But she might not have to. She could shoot a dog without thinking twice, and she was sure she could shoot a man too, even if it would mean going to jail. But could she shoot more than one man? She didn’t know, but maybe she could. Newspaper reporters and the sheriff would claim she had lost her mind like they would say about Ruby McCollum in Live Oak one day soon, but her soul knew the truth: rescuing Robbie from a killing place would not be as immoral as leaving him there. The stench of pain and death from the Reformatory reached all the way out to this creek, dripping from aerial roots reaching toward the water. And if the law said she was wrong to shoot at the men chasing her brother, the law was wrong too. Uncle June had said he didn’t think his killing in the war was a sin because those men were trying to kill him. She would know the truth, at least. Miz Lottie, who had given her the gun, would certainly know. Papa would too. If she lived long enough, one day she would write a book about how she had helped set Robbie free. She’d tried the courthouse, hadn’t she? She’d brought Harry T. Moore and the glorious John Dorsey to try that way, but justice in Gracetown didn’t exist for Negroes. She’d told the judge about Lyle McCormack’s true-life violations and all he’d cared about was Papa’s imaginary one. No one was left to look out for Robbie except her.

If we survive this night, I am claiming you as my pleasure-mate.” I gasp. “You—you what? You are?” He nods. “You will show me this kiss with tongue, and I will take you to my furs and make you mine. I have decided.” “Decided?” I echo, stunned. I can still feel the light brush of his lips against mine. “Yes. You are my opponent, and I am going to take control of your board.” That’s the sexiest, most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard.

Words cost nothing. Why be so stingy with them?

Motherfucker, you haven’t said a word in days and now you choose to be chatty? I’m pissed at you!” I frown down at her. I know from the one Leezh that “fucker” means something about mating, and in an unpleasant way. But why would my mother be brought in? “My mother is long dead. I do not see why—

She kissed me. Pressed her mouth to mine in the bizarre human custom that I have never understood. Now I understand it. And now I wish I had kissed her back.

I can’t stop the gasp that escapes me. “If you are going to mate, mate quietly,” Harrec calls out in a sleepy voice from across the cave. “Rukhar is trying to sleep.” Kate shushes him, and someone—Gail? Elly?—giggles. I pull away from Warrek’s mouth and bury my face against his neck in embarrassment. Oh my god. That’s totally my fault—I was loud. I’m not sure I know how to be quiet. “Sorry,” I whisper to Warrek. “No apologies. I was impatient. We will wait for privacy.” He gives me one more quick kiss and then presses his mouth to my forehead. “Sleep now.” “Yeah,” Kate says, giggling. “Sleep now.

Even high-spirited Harrec is hovering around Kate, fussing over her as if she’s as delicate as the rest of us.

I hesitate a moment and then grab the privacy screen from the front of the hut and drag it along with me. “Hey!” Sessah calls. “What are you doing?” “You do not need privacy this night,” I yell behind me. “I do.” He grumbles something that is lost to the wind.

He quietly unlocked the chest. Inside were pearls, emeralds, sapphires and rubies of astonishing quality and size, matching the best of anything I had seen my Boudewijn work with. Carefully packed under these lay two gilt dinner services, ornate household articles trimmed with solid gold and fine paintings of battle scenes and tasteful nudes.

Do you think Jill’s being held there?” Eddie asked, eyes aglow. I could already tell he was envisioning himself rescuing her from some tall tower, possibly battling a dragon or a robot dinosaur in the process.

Duncan Dewey, a chubby African American kid whose diet consisted entirely of paste; Matilda Choi, a wheezing and gasping Korean American who was never far from her inhalers; Heathcliff Hodges, a freckled kid whose outrageous overbite made him look like a camel; Ruby Peet, a scratching, sniffing, sweating, and swollen collection of allergies; and finally, Julio Escala, otherwise known as “Flinch.” Julio was a walking ball of energy spiked by the dozens of cookies, candy bars, and sugary sodas he consumed each day. He was so hyperactive he appeared as a blur.

The bad news is you were kidnapped by aliens, but we rescued you and now you have to get a parasite in your chest and live here forever." She snaps her fingers, thinking. "Oh, and it's a primitive society.