Zeb Quotes

Are you sure about that he called off the wedding, Jolene? Sometimes Zeb misspells stuff in e-mails, and it comes across badly.

When we were kids, Mama used to ask, “If Zeb wanted to jump off the roof, would you do it, too?” And as it turned out, the answer was yes.

I came home to find him propped up on a stack of pillows, sipping blood through a crazy straw (because it amused Zeb) and wearing Star Wars pajamas (because it amused Dick).

Zeb was kindergarten teacher--a good one. I always thought it was because he was the same emotional age as his students.

These heads sheltered by umbrellas be they of Zeb-un-Nisa, or Catherine of Cleopatra or Fenichka live with their own stories

Are you going to answer my questions, or do I have to whack you with a stick until delicious candy surprises fall out?

I already told you,” said Adam. “There is no need to swear.” “Sorry, it just fucking slipped out,” said Zeb.

And soon we were just rolling around on the ground, cursing and screeching and ripping out handfuls of hair. Without super hearing, I wouldn't have heard Zeb whisper, "This is the coolest thing I have ever seen." "Maybe they'll get muddy," Dick said. "Please, Lord, let them get muddy.

In a werewolf pack, you cannot interfere with the mate choice of a clan fellow. You cannot intentionally harm that werewolf’s chosen mate. You are not, however, required to help that person should he find himself in a life - threatening situation. Somehow, Zeb had managed to stumble into several such situations in the few months since he ’d been engaged to Jolene. He’d had several hunting “accidents” while visiting the McClaine farm, even though he didn’t hunt. The brakes on his car had failed while he was driving home from the farm—twice. Also, a running chainsaw mysteriously fell on him from a hayloft. He would never get that pinkie toe back.

Get the point?" I asked, offering the boys a triumphant smile. Gabriel, Zeb, and Dick stared at me, aghast. "What? Sarcastic postkill comeback. Isn't that what you're supposed to do in situations like this? Too harsh?

She'd learned a lot of things from Zeb in his Urban Bloodshed Limitation classes: in Zeb's view, the first bloodshed to be limited should be your own.

Um, I’m just going to go tell Zeb hi really fast.” Somehow saying hi had never sounded so much like “strip naked and fuck on the bar.

Would I laugh?" "Matter of fact, you would," says Zeb. "Heart like shale. What you need is a good fracking.

And how is Jamie doing?" "Fine. He seems to be spending a lot of time in the shower," I noted quietly, my voice so low that even Jamie's super hearing couldn't pick it up. Dick chuckled, followed by Zeb and Gabriel. "What?" "Remember that summer I turned thirteen and my mom complained that she couldn't ever get me out of the bathroom?" Zeb asked. "Yeah, but that's because you were-" I slapped my hand over my mouth. "Oh!" "Welcome to the wonderful world of parenting," Zeb said. ""It's one big, horrifying miracle." "Augh!" I grumbled.

It's like the Vatican's porn collection," Zeb told her. "Safe in our hands.

And I said that Crozier did not need to call Fuck right now because we were not in trouble and did not need his help. And Toby said, That's right, he doesn't like to be summoned on trivial matters. And Zeb coughed.

What did the lawyer say?” I couldn’t stop the little snicker that slipped out as I sat back up in the seat and laced my fingers behind my head. “Before or after I kissed her?” “Zeb!” My mom gave me a hard look and my sister just shook her head.

At a hundred and twenty five miles per hour, with the wind rushing in his face, darkness around him, he is alone in the universe, but then, Zeb has been alone all his life.

Nature may be dumb as a sack of hammers, Zeb used to say, but it's smarter than you.

Where you have been doesn't define who you are, Zeb. I told you that when we first met that I understand that people make mistakes.

I would have taken Zeb, purely for entertainment value, but he had an actual date, with a real girl. That hadn't happened in a while, so I was a good friend and put my own needs second to the possibility of him actual sex with a real girl.

Most of the people you read about being turned meet vamps in clubs or over the Internet...Ew, did you...?" "Yes, I met a vampire on the Internet, went to his evil love den, and let him turn me, because I'm that brainless.

You told Zeb before you told us?" Mama shouted. Oh, crap. "How could you do that?" Mama cried. "We're your family!" "He found out the night I rose, " I said. "But no one else knows. Except for some of the vampires I've met. And Andrea, a girl who hangs out with a lot of vampires. Oh, and Jolene, Zeb's fiance. " "Zeb's getting married? Before you?" Double crap.

But I have already told the beginning, so right now it's the middle. And Zeb is in the middle of the story about Zeb. He is in the middle of his own story. I am not in this part of the story; it hasn't come to the part with me. But I'm waiting, far off in the future. I'm waiting for the story of Zeb to join up with mine. The story of Toby. The story I am in right now, with you.

Besides, my drinking blood's not nearly as weird as that time I caught you shaving your legs." "I was curious!

She tried to hurt Fitz!" He turned to Gabriel and Dick. "That'll get her mad. " Gabriel rolled his eyes. "She's been framed for murder twice over, shot in the back, her arms were set on fire, and her parents are being held hostage. You think tampered dog water is what's going to make her angry?" "You tried to hurt my dog!" I wheezed as I lurched toward a grinning Missy. "Oh, big deal, " Missy huffed. "It's the ugliest dog I've ever seen. " "You tried to hurt my dog, " I said again. "I would have been doing you a favor. " Missy sneered. "Nobody. Screws. With. My. Dog. " I growled, punctuating each word with a punch to Missy's face. I gave an upper cut to the chin that sent her flying back into a pile on the ground. Zeb grinned at Dick and Gabriel. "Told you.

Not one word about proposals, no matter how much she pushes,” I told my friends. “No matter what she says or how loud she cries, don’t try to throw that up as a distraction.” Gabriel’s lips twitched. “I don’t think it’s going to be that bad. It’s one woman against five supernatural creatures... And Zeb.” “You laugh because you haven’t heard my mother’s thirty-minute verbal dissertation on appropriate seasonal flower choices. We’re better off letting her yell at us for being dirty, premarital fornicators.

Matheus thought he ranked fairly high on the scowling index, but looking at Zeb made him realize how much more he had to learn. Whole volumes of misanthropy were written into the eyebrows alone.

You want to stab me again, don't you?" He didn't look at all ashamed. "Think of it as testing the limits of your new abilities." I groaned. "I've created a monster." "I don't think someone who recently crawled from the grave should be throwing around labels like 'monster,'" he said, making sarcastic little air-quotes fingers. "It wasn't a grave," I sniffed. "It was a comfy four-poster.

Matter of fact, you would," says Zeb. "Heart like shale. What you need is a good fracking.

Broker looks at Zeb, ‘How about a fancy, motivating speech?’ Zeb grunts and moves past him. ‘That’ll do,’ says Broker. ‘For a moment I thought you would bring me to tears...

The card-carrying furfuckers looked down their narrow green true-believer noses at Zeb and his edgy like,

Nature may be dumb as a sack of hammers, Zeb used to say, but it’s smarter than you.

I have three things: my cab, my zeb, and my dignity. Without one, the other two are worthless.

Would you kick her ass already?" Dick said, shoving me back toward Missy. "Come on, Stretch, man up. You do better than this! Get mad." I nodded, rolling a dislocated shoulder back into place with a grunt and staggering back toward my opponent. Behind me, Zeb yelled, "She tried to hurt Fitz!" He turned to Gabriel and Dick. "That'll get her mad." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "She's been framed for murder twice over, shot in the back, her arms were set on fire, and her parents are being held hostage. You think tampered dog water is what's going to make her angry?" "You tried to hurt my dog!" I wheezed as I lurched toward a grinning Missy.

Was Ozma once a boy?" asked Zeb, wonderingly. "Yes; a wicked witch enchanted her, so she could not rule her kingdom. But she's a girl now, and the sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world.

I had an aunt named 'abnormal Shauna' once. But she passed away in an unfortunate cliff-top interpretative dance and fireworks accident.

Nico: "Prodigium effodio" -- what does that mean again? Vision: Excavating monster. It's Latin. Nico: Damn, how much time did you spend in the library? Vision: I am a library.

If you can’t trust someone like Ted Bundy, you can’t trust anyone. (Ross Davis, former chairman of the Washington State Republican Party)

So, you purchased ancient Babylonian texts, which may or may not call forth Gozer the Destroyer, on eBay?” Zeb asked.

And Zeb’s brother, Adam, was inside the flower too. That

Funny old thing, the human race,” says Zeb. “Wasn’t it?

I don’t make the rules,” said Zeb calmly. “I just explain them.

The edge of the forest. She’d like to avoid going in there, among the trees. Nature may be dumb as a sack of hammers, Zeb used to say, but it’s smarter than you.

Zeb should command while Jacob handled space-time controls—to each his own. Jacob had asked me to please take orders from Zeb with no back talk … which had miffed me a little.

Zeb, it’s like the fairies sprinkled magic dust over you when you were a baby and then promptly dropped you on your head.

If only Zeb had thought to purloin some of the Rev’s DNA – a few hairs or toenail clippings

Real men know how to dirty up their clothes in about one second," says Zeb. "They writhe around in mud.

Nuala said it was because women were more ethical, Zeb said it was because they were more squeamish, and Philo said it amounted to the same thing.

...we've already had one horrible thing happen today, which means that if you think about it the odds of anything else horrible happening again in the next few hours should now be quite low.

Nice shooting, Zeb.” Zeb shrugged off the compliment and returned to instructing. “Sight with both eyes. Breathe out. Squeeze gently, like you’d stroke a male’s balls.” His lips quirked. “Oh

Maybe the kid gravitated to Zeb for the same reason children like dinosaurs: when feeling abandoned in a world of forces beyond your control, it's comforting to have a huge, scaly beast who is your friend.

I liked kissing, I liked the press of mouths together, and the way you could tell what kind of man you had on your hands by how skilled or terrible he was at such a simple act. I liked that kissing was intimate and involved without having to have all your cards on the table, but more than any of that, I like that kissing spoke to exactly how into you the guy laying it on you was. If it was a peck on the cheek or a brush on the lips it meant there was no spark, if there was a closed lip press and no tease of the tongue it meant that he found you attractive and kissable but probably wasn't going to put forth the effort to be worthy of you. If there was a nibble of teeth and swirl of the tongue there was promise and potential than there was whatever Zeb was doing to me. It felt like conquering a victory. A battle fought and won. If felt like he was trying to make it so I would never be able to kiss anyone else in my life without having to compare it to this moment

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes,” said Bob. “Correction,” I said. “A mad genius.” “This is extremely bright,” said Zeb. “I wonder if ….” Zeb slowly extended his arm and placed his hand into the beam of light. He kept it there for a moment until … it burst into flame!

But the best part," Zeb says between drinks, "the best part was when Ace jumped out of the shadows and landed next to us. He asks you where have you been all day, and you say 'stuck in the maze' and he says, 'well why didn't you just fly out?' Then the cheeky bastard hops into the sky and leaves us idiots behind.

We're going to have ourselves one hell of a Ruckus," said Smokey with a grin that went quite beyond the boundaries of mischief and right into the realm of delinquency.

...food was at least three million per cent more delicious when you ate it immediately after thinking you were going to die.

I haven't been so sure of anything since the time Mum asked me if I absolutely, definitely, certainly thought it was a good idea to practise doing cartwheels inside the house.

I've had quite enough danger for a while I think. I might have some more when I'm thirteen, but definitely not before then...

You play grown-up long enough and you lose your perspective on right and wrong

I love extispicy

Zeb grinned. “You were the only person I know who’s done it on an occupied police car.” I glared at him. “If you want to start trading stories, we can start trading stories. As a former member of the Richard Marx Fan Club, you don’t want to start this arms race.” Zeb smiled meekly around a rib. Agreed.” “Richard Marx?” Jolene asked. “He went through an obnoxiously cheerful pop phase. Don’t ask.

But Fuck kept him company and gave him advice. Fuck lived in the air and flew around like a bird, which was how he could be with Zeb one minute, and then with Crake, and then also with Snowman-the-Jimmy. He could be in many places at once. If you were in trouble and you called to him – Oh Fuck! – he would always be there, just when you needed him. And as soon as you said his name, you would feel better. Yes,

Chuck, you stupid fuck,” Zeb said out loud. If he’d been given a brief to kidnap himself on behalf of the brainscrapers, he’d have done a way better job of it than Chuck had, the fuckwit. Too bad Chuck was dead, in a way – he must’ve had some good sides to him, maybe he liked puppies – but now there was one less asshole in the world, and wasn’t that a plus? A checkmark in the column of the forces of light. Or darkness, depending on who was doing the double-entry moral accounting.

The travellers crossed, beyond Milligaum, the fatal country so often stained with blood by the sectaries of the goddess Kali. Not far off rose Ellora, with its graceful pagodas, and the famous Aurungabad, capital of the ferocious Aureng-Zeb, now the chief town of one of the detached provinces of the kingdom of the Nizam. It was thereabouts that Feringhea, the Thuggee chief, king of the stranglers, held his sway. These ruffians, united by a secret bond, strangled victims of every age in honour of the goddess Death, without ever shedding blood; there was a period when this part of the country could scarcely be travelled over without corpses being found in every direction. The English Government has succeeded in greatly diminishing these murders, though the Thuggees still exist, and pursue the exercise of their horrible rites.

Beyond those somewhat anchored fantasy settings are the wild-eyed and the wahoo worlds. This is by no means pejorative, as these include some of my personal favorites, but it is meant to show that there are high-concept, love-’em-or-hate-’em sorts of settings. Call them worlds of pure chaos, places where anything goes and where the usual rules do not apply. They are not meant to be realistic, and indeed that is their appeal. They are settings unmoored from reality and operating by rules of your design—but these settings do have rules. To provide some examples, think of places like China Mieville’s Bas Lag, Pratchett’s Disc World, Frank Baum’s Oz, David “Zeb” Cook’s Dark Sun and Planescape, Keith Baker’s Eberron, Jim Ward’s Gamma World, NCSoft’s Guild Wars, Andrew Leker’s Jorune, Michael Moorcock’s Melnibone, Jeff Grubb’s Spelljammer, and Blizzard’s World of Warcraft. These are places where truly Weird Shit happens, with different rules of physics, alien landscapes, magical wastelands, alien gods, mutants, and cosmologies. It’s fun to go out on the edge, and fantasy is always exploring strange places like this. These are the high-wire acts of worldbuilding. They take creative risks, not always successfully, and they endure a higher degree of mockery than the real fantasies or anchored fantasies do because of those creative risks. They also attract a loyal following who love that particular flavor of weird. Just ask any Planescape fan.

When a man loves what he is doing, there is no such thing as pain.” 

All expression is missing from her face and he sees that her eyes look totally blank. He says with fear gripping his throat, "Where are you?" "Nowhere," she responds with difficulty. Zeb drops his head before he says, "I'm a minister with a calling to help people. I wish I could help you..." She remains motionless with eyes half open, looking toward the horizon. Zeb continues, "...but you've shut me out." He thinks he sees Annika gesture sluggishly toward the house before he hears her say thickly, "He's like a boarder in an old-time rooming house. He sleeps in our bed and eats at our table, but we don't really know who he is at all.

Zeb. Married. Texas. Auburn. Aubrey. Savannah. Emma. Charleston. Sadie.

won’t see gold until next summer, but we’ll be working through the winter.” “Do you think I could make myself a fortune by this time next year?” “I do. Our claim is a good one.” Michael suddenly grew suspicious. “Why would you do this for me?” Zeb laughed. “It might sound strange, but you remind me of myself, and Sherman and I can use the extra hand. We’re not young anymore. You have your supplies, so it’s not like we’d be hard off having you there. And what might sound even crazier still, I think God put us together for a purpose. That seems as likely a reason as any I can think of.” Michael grinned. “God does work in mysterious ways. But what about Sherman?” “He’ll be glad for the help. We talked about hiring on someone. We even talked about a third man coming in as a partner. You’re younger and in better shape than either of us, so I know we’ll get a fair amount of work out of you. Say, why don’t we talk about it over some grub. I know a little place here in Juneau where we can get a decent meal. The ship will be here for hours, so we have plenty of time.

Was Zeb asking if Silver wanted to come home with him? He had to squeeze the pad hard against his scrape so the pain would shut away the idea of climbing into Zeb’s bed. The most horrible part was realizing the longing wasn’t centered in Silver’s dick, but higher. Something hollow right below his ribs, like the constant gnaw of hunger he remembered from when he’d been living on the street. The thought of being pressed up close to Zeb’s skin, the familiar arms around him, the brush of hair against his neck. The idea hurt worse than when Silver had smelled fried food back then. Because there was no way he was ever going to be able to feed this rumble of want. “Oh. Back to Quinn’s. I’m still staying with them.

La pura verità di quel pensiero strappò gli ultimi fili che tenevano insieme la mia storia, che si sbrogliò completamente. Lui sentiva la mia mancanza, e Zeb mi amava. Amava la Sayer impacciata, la Sayer riservata, la Sayer che sapeva essere fredda e distaccata. La Sayer che provava a fare i pancake anche se non era capace. La Sayer che sapeva essere spietata in tribunale. La Sayer che cercava di fare la cosa giusta per le ragioni sbagliate.

«Tu sei sempre nei miei piani, Sayer. Quelli non sono mai cambiati». Quelle parole mi riempirono il cuore, perché questa volta non avevo intenzione di deluderlo. Potevamo vincere entrambi, e questa volta la vittoria sarebbe durata per sempre.

«I muri sono crollati. Il terreno è stato livellato. Puoi costruire tutto quello che vuoi. Sono una pagina bianca». Aveva trovato un modo di comunicare con me che non potevo ignorare. Le sue parole erano un balsamo che guariva tutte le ferite lasciate dalle sue azioni. Mi aveva detto che potevo farla mia, che potevamo finalmente costruire il nostro futuro, insieme.

was a quick learner. If Zeb was running, everyone should be running.

anything like that, even if he could, which I doubt he can.” Zeb nodded his head. “I agree. It seems fairly likely that the culprit is either a mystical being like Herobrine, or potentially Entity 303 or maybe a witch or an illager of some type. On the other hand, players have been known to become fairly well-versed in enchantments, so maybe it was a player who wanted a lifetime supply of diamonds?” Otis shook his head and said sarcastically, “Thanks for narrowing down a list of suspects, Zeb. Now it sounds just about like we are back to where almost anyone could’ve done it again.” Zeb smiled. He had lost a few teeth the last couple of years, so he looked like a spooky jack-o’-lantern or a witch who never brushed her teeth. “No one said this would be easy, Otis. I’d be surprised if you ever found the llama, but the reward sounds pretty nice. It’s up to you guys. I can’t go.” I placed a comforting hand on Zeb’s shoulder. It was clear that he was sad that he could no

he caught sight of the osprey, wheeling overhead, flying in wide circles. He hovered in the air, borne by the breeze. He made it look so easy—-just floating in the air, lazily flying over the beach and sea. But Zeb knew the bird was hunting, fighting to stay alive, riding through all the dangers hidden by the beautiful day.

«Quindi? Qual è la differenza? Sonny, Zeb, Cam… ti ho visto pomiciare con tutti loro. Perché per me è diverso? Si tratta di me? Sì, deve essere così. Tu puoi baciare i tuoi amici quanto ti pare, ma io sono solo una puttana, giusto? Un bel culo che puoi martellare durante una scena.» La scelta di parole dell’altro colpì nel segno. Le sue convinzioni crollarono e per Kai fu come ricevere un pugno nello stomaco. «Non sei un bel culo.» «Davvero? Allora non trattarmi come se lo fossi, cazzo, o come se fossi una puttana. Se pensi davvero che bacio chiunque come bacio te, allora non mi conosci affatto.» «Ma non sei nemmeno gay.» «Non ho mai detto di esserlo.» Lo stomaco di Kai si ribaltò. «Balli in un locale gay. Sei un pornoattore gay. Come fai a non essere gay, cazzo?» «Perché devo esserlo per forza?» Matthew lanciò le mani per aria. «Sai cosa? Non devo spiegare nulla. Sono stanco e tu sei uno stronzo. Vado a casa, Kai. Ti auguro una buona vita.» Matthew iniziò a voltargli le spalle. Kai gliene afferrò una. «Te ne stai andando? Sì, è davvero un comportamento molto maturo.» «Maturo? Mi stai prendendo in giro?» Matthew si scrollò dalla sua presa e lo spinse forte. «Ho baciato la mia migliore amica per salutarla. Sì, quando ero un ragazzino ho fatto lo stupido con lei, ma sono cresciuto. Forse è ora che lo faccia anche tu, idiota.»

«Fatto una buona ripresa?» L’altro si appoggiò alla parete piastrellata con un pigro sorrisetto compiaciuto. «Diavolo, sì. Avevo Theo nella stanza dei pesi. Amico, l’ho talmente martellato che non riuscirà a stare seduto per una settimana.» «Già, anch’io ci sono andato pesante con Zeb.» Levi ingoiò il disgusto che provava e recitò la propria parte alla perfezione. Da molto tempo, ormai, aveva imparato che la vita era molto più semplice se diceva quello che gli altri si aspettavano da lui

Think about it,” said Zeb. “Mobs kill villagers. Players help defend villagers by killing mobs. Villagers trade with players. The three spokes – mobs, villagers, players – balance each other.” “Interesting,” I said. “And, there is the Overworld, the Nether and the End. Another balance of three,” said Zeb.

Wow! This was getting really interesting. “So, then, I guess Notch is the creator and Herobrine is the destroyer, so where is the third part?” I asked. Zeb walked silently for a few moments, contemplating my question. Finally, he said, “I think maybe we met him: the Ender King. He is the protector.” Mind blown. “The creator, the destroyer and the protector,” I babbled. “Balance. Three spokes. Whoa.

riverbed.

There’s this new glitch messing everything up. He calls himself Pigrothbrine. He only showed up a couple days ago and already he is in control of everything!” Otis growled and stomped on the ground. “Where is he?” “You … you’ve heard of him?” Trevor gasped. “Look at me, kid,” said Otis. “How do you think I got to look like this?” Trevor looked at Otis and gasped. “But … weren’t you a zombie pigman when you rescued Baby Zeke a couple months ago?” Otis thumped his chest. “I still am. But I have to kill Pigrothbrine in order to get my skin back.” “If that works,” I said. I turned back to Trevor. “What’s Pigrothbrine doing?” Trevor took a deep breath and sighed. He shook his cube sadly. “You remember Cassius the husk, right? Well, after he stirred up all the anger and anxiety of the nether mobs against the surface dwellers, there have been mutterings about his ideology. Pigrothbrine found out about it and is exploiting the anger to mobilize another army. They’re calling themselves the Sons of Cassius.” I shook my head. “That’s terrible. Do you think they’ll actually carry out Cassius’ plans to conquer the Overworld?” “I don’t know. All I know is that anyone who disobeys Pigrothbrine or his generals ends up despawned.” Trevor paused, sniffed, and then began to cry. “Just … just like my parents.” I reached out and touched his cube to console him. “What happened?” “They tried to keep the promise they made to you not to do anything against Minecraft. But when they refused to let their people become members of the Sons of Cassius, they were struck down by bolts of lightning that came out nowhere.” “So, he can make lightning work even in the Nether?” said Heidi. “That’s amazing.” I nodded and then looked at Trevor. “What did you do after your parents were … despawned?” “I had to join the army. Pigrothbrine wouldn’t let me ascend to my rightful place on the throne. He appointed one of his magma cube generals to run the kingdom.” “How did you escape?” I asked. “Pigrothbrine and his generals have us building canals to channel lava rivers into big pools. No one knows why. Earlier today, when I was walking next to a lava stream, I jumped in. I drifted downstream for a while before jumping out and locating a nether portal to the surface. Then, I hopped here as quickly as I could.” Otis looked at me with fire in his eyes. I could tell that his attitude toward pursuing Pigrothbrine had changed from his reluctance just a few hours ago. “Let’s go. Pigrothbrine has only been in existence for a couple of days and it sounds like he’s already causing apocalyptic damage. Let’s go see what we can do about it.” “I don’t know. It seems dangerous.” Otis scowled at me. “Aren’t you the Warrior? We didn’t even know where Pigrothbrine was a few minutes ago, but now we do. We have to take the fight to him.” I looked at Trevor. “Is Pigrothbrine actually down there? I mean, have you seen him recently?” “Part pig, part enderman?” said Trevor. “Exactly.” Trevor nodded his head. “He’s living in the nether fortress inside the kingdom of the magma cubes in a nether wastes biome. If anyone needs to go talk to him that’s where they go. I’ve never been inside the fortress, but that’s where everyone says he is living.” Heidi reached into her inventory and pulled out her newly-acquired netherite sword. “Let’s go get him. With the three of us working together ….” She looked at Trevor and smiled. “With the four of us working together, maybe we can take him out.” “Maybe,” I said. “I guess we go and conduct reconnaissance at least. Maybe when we get back Zeb will have figured something out.” “Well, if we find Pigrothbrine, I’m going to kill him,” snarled Otis. “Reconnaissance is for wimps.” Trevor ignored Otis and said, “Thank you, Baby Zeke. Thank you, everybody.” “So how do we get to this nether portal you used?” “I could take you there, but it comes out inside the Nether near a worksite controlled by Pigrothbrine.

Kuch dhundhla sa yaad hai; kuch dhundhla sa he dekhti hun; woh sehmi si andheri raat, woh aik ajeeb si khamoshi aur phankay ki ahista se chalne wali bechain awaaz. Khirki per nazar pri to yun lga jese chand or sitaron ki lapait mein mehfooz hun mein; lekin achanak woh jo aik dastak hui aur dill ki dharakne ki raftar kuch tez maloom hui balkay khassi tez maloom hui ese jese kisi ne mun per hath rakh dya hou; tharthrahat aur ghabrahat k sath awaz halak se nikal rhi hai lekin koi sunne wala nahi ya awaz he nahi thi. woh khamosh si aah-o-pukaar, woh nazron ka gir jana, aur honton ka khushk hojana; woh jo yun mehsoos hua k shayad kisi ki mojoodgi ka najaiz ehsas hua, kisi ka hona na gawaar kya, na zeb lga; khassa haya ka daman chaar hou rha tha, kaheen badboo si mehsoos hui; shayad woh qatal-e-khass ho rha tha, khuda dekh raha tha; uski woh garam sansain aur meri khamosh siskyan; laal joray per kali siyaahi ka rung charh raha tha, woh jora mehaz aik hawa ka jhonka sa mehsoos hua jo tez andhi ki nazar hogya; woh kaheen mehfil-e-khass loot raha tha, mein usi mehfil mein khud ko zinda dargor ker rhi thi; aur kaheen chambeli ka phool murjha gya, baghbaan kahan tha? Koi to dastak thi jiske hone per yun lga, woh jo me mehfooz thi apne he ghar mein woh mehaz aik khayal tha; aik veham-o-ghuman tha; jo kaheen us raat k andhere mein dher hogya.

What do you suppose is taking them so long?” she muttered. “They’re gnomes,” Vil answered coolly. Thinking he’d been asleep, Martine jumped at the man’s voice. The blade slipped between her fingers and stuck into the floor next to her boot with a quivering thunk. “The Vani have their own sense of time. You’d better get used to it. I’ve never seen anything hurry them,” he mumbled drowsily.

politicos all sprung from the seeds of the vast underbelly of an unscrupulous society.  Why the voting public never caught onto politicians was one of life’s greatest mysteries in his mind. “Roger

War steals from the warrior and builds walls around her or him.” Though

Den historia jag nu ska försöka berätta utspelar sig i Stockholmsförorten Tyresö sommaren 2011. Det var en sällsamt varm och solig sommar, blåbären hade redan mognat i skogen när det varslades död. Först om det fruktansvärda i Norge, alla unga liv som släcktes, vettlöst. Sedan från huset i Camden Town, en kropp så liten och späd att den knappt gick att urskilja under det vita lakanet på båren. Mina tårar torkade inte av sig själva. Och så ... det andra. Medan blåbären fortfarande var sura kart i skogarna som omgav våra hem, med bläcket i studentmössorna färskt – alla dem vi ägnat tre, sex, nio, tolv år åt att gömma oss för som nu skrev BFF och Vi ses snart igen i våra mössor, var det champagnen som talade? – inträffade ett par försvinnanden. Det började med chihuahuan Honey som försvann från Farmarstigen under våren och resulterade i en outsinlig ström av lappar och, så småningom, en artikel i lokaltidningen. För varje vecka som gick skruvades tonläget i lapparna upp. Man hade en uppdatering, Honey hade tidigare samma vecka setts i närområdet. Honey levde! Till sist var Zeb och jag övertygade om att alltsammans var en konstinstallation av något slag, för lapparna bara fortsatte och fortsatte, ett alldeles eget narrativ växte fram i de kopierade lapparna med pixliga foton på en liten förskrämd hund. Fanns hon ens? Jag började skriva på en novell som aldrig blev klar om en ensam kvinna och hennes försvunna hund, som eventuellt aldrig funnits utanför kvinnans fantasi. Sedan hittade jag Elsie Johanssons roman Kvinnan som mötte en hund i mammas bokhylla och lät alltsammans bero. Alla berättelser jag försökt skriva, som fallit i glömska när jag hittat existerande verk som lyckats förmedla det jag ville skriva om med en lyskraft som jag saknat. Saknar. Skuggbiblioteken, var det trots allt där jag hörde hemma? Vem är jag att göra anspråk på den här historien? Ett par veckor efter sista Honeylappen hände något som fick alla att sluta tänka på den försvunna hunden. Lina försvann, och med henne något som aldrig skulle komma tillbaka." (Ur Orkidépojken, släpps i augusti 2017)

My life proves over and over again that discoveries don't matter at all; you have to conquer what life throws at you if you want to get anywhere in this world.

No, screw that. I’ve had nice guys. I’ve dated and taken my time before ending up in bed with them.” Silver’s skin prickled with gooseflesh. Zeb’s hands moved onto Silver’s shoulders, intensifying the charge racing through his body. “None of them made me crazy. None of them made me feel like I couldn’t breathe right until we kissed. None of them made my whole body hum with the need to touch. You do.” Zeb’s grip shifted to Silver’s forearms and pulled him to his feet. “You turned my life upside down, and I couldn’t put it back together in any way that made sense without you.

Sex was a lot of things, but it could be analyzed in quasi-economic terms. If women were shamed into traditional marriage-only monogamy and the supply of sex is reduced for men, I guess it made sense that demand would go up for the limited supply that is left, and that meant prostitutes.

I can see how someone with poor judgment, a little stupid, a little drunk, might find sex for sale hard to resist. Sometimes your libido cycles just don’t correspond with your socialization cycles and you just want to get laid, and I guess paying for it is more honest than pretending you want to be in a relationship just to get someone to bed.

So for me, for this election, and for everyone with a brain, there were only two candidates -Theodore Robert Bundy, nominee of the Republican Party, and John Wayne Gacy, nominee of the Democratic Party. The choice was clear.

I spent a lot of time rural Utah growing up, and I understood something about the aggressive stupidity and defiant self destructiveness that these relatively cosmopolitan politicians barely knew existed.

Jeremiah stood there alone, his big hands empty, watching his brother go. Zeb was the last of his family, and when his family went west they never came back. Linus had come back, but that was before Jeremiah's time. None of the others ever had. "There must be something out there," he said aloud. "There must be something out there that gets 'em." Then, half smiling, he added, "Maybe it's the varmint!

I’m paraphrasing Zeb very loosely at the moment because his actual words were, “Fuck right off. I’m not doing anything to help you with this insane plan.” Felix drums his fingers on the table.

Zeb bent and brushed a kiss over her soft lips, inhaling the lingering scent of cubs and contentment. I would give almost anything to keep you. “You’re adorable,” he murmured.

Zeb’s father, Floyd, had expressed little interest in the wedding after he found out there wouldn’t be a Velveeta fountain or a big screen showing the scheduled UK basketball game.

at where the sun is now to get its full brightness.” “I think so,” said Bob as he bent over and pecked at the ground. “Let’s try it,” I said, grabbing my pickaxe. “Where do you think the sun is right now?” Harold pointed with his wing at a spot on the ceiling. “Over there, I think.” Zeb nodded. “I agree. It would be rising from that side of the world.” I quickly built a tower of cobblestone by jumping and dropping a stone after each jump. I was soon next to the ceiling. Then, I started to mine at an upward angle. It

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