Zed Quotes

Victor patted my hand. 'I like you, Sky. You're a fighter.' 'I am, aren't I? Hear that, Zed? No more bambi comparisons. I'm a Rottweiler -with a temper.' 'A very small Rottweiler,' said Zed, still not convinced.

I'm crazy, Zed.' There, I'd admitted it. 'Uh-huh. And I'm crazy too -about you.

Xavier, you have given me more grey hairs than all my sons put together.’ Saul frowned, then corrected himself. ‘To be fair, you and Zed. Just try not to add to them tonight.

So, Zed, isn’t this a killer outfit?” “Certainly a killer, baby.” “Good, because I’ve bought another five just like it.” “You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I’m gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.

Glancing in through the open door to Xav’s room, I saw Zed stretched out on the queen mattress, his arm hugging a pillow as if he felt Sky’s absence at his side.

The no-kiss rule starts when we’re home and I’ve found you a class,’ Sky said smugly. ‘Read the small print.’ Zed folded his arms and pushed back his empty plate. ‘She won’t last.

Zed : Penguins, such fascinating creatures, but I didn’t know you were studying them. What class is that you’re taking? Sky: The ‘we-stupid-looking-creature-should-stick-together’ class.

I've just had a really evil idea." "My favourite kind

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

I wasn't thinking all of them—just Zed and Victor. Zed as the seventh son has a touch of most of our skills and can hold us together when we do a joint investigation. He’s a pain in the neck but a useful one.

But I’ve kept first of March as my birthday as I like to tease Zed about dating an older woman. And my parents wouldn’t understand if I told them about the soulfinder bond and tried to change it.” “They don’t know?” “Well, I think they’ve picked up that there’s something special between Zed and me but I’m not sure how I’d even start to explain to non-savants. I was exactly overjoyed when Zed filled me in about it all the first time.” “What did you do?” “Thumped him with a shopping bag and told him he was a jerk.” “Ouch.

Sky. Hope mixed with horror as I searched for Zed, quessing he would not have let his soulfinder walk into this situation alone. I finally identified him as the heavily bearded drummer in the flowery shirt and, yes, socks and sandals. I bit my tongue, repressing the absurd desire to laugh at his fashion sacrifice for our cause.

Zed and Sky had stayed behind and were chatting with Will, Sky sitting on Zed's knee as if nothing was going to get them apart again in a hurry. Victor and Uriel were playing cards at the kitchen table. Trace looked cute in an apron, chopping vegetables with a surgeon's precision.

I wasn’t sure, but I thought it kind of suited me. With the right shoes and everything.” I displayed the new blue pumps. “I wanted to look, you know, pretty.” Yves gaped. I felt a little bit sorry for him. “Um…Phee, I don’t know what to say.” I let my bright expression dim. “You… you think I look horrible in it?” My voice rose in a convincing squeak of distress. He put his hands on my soulders. “No, you look great. You always look great, no matter what you’re wearing.” Zed laughed. “Ouch. Wrong thing to say.

I revised my opinion that the girl was timid. She appeared to have her giant well under control and a disturbing ability to know what I was feeling.

Everything in Australia is trying to kill you, haven't you heard? Half of the ten deadliest snakes in the world live in Queensland. And then there are the poisonous spiders and the jellyfish. Not to mention the crocs and the great white sharks. Another point in favor of New Zealand. Very benign place, En Zed.

Tell me a story,' demanded Fireflyer. 'Why? Do you eat them, too, then?' 'Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with the dots get stuck in your teeth and the esses sometimes slide down inside your vest and tickle.

I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.

These were the best moments. The kisses that just happened—that could only happen with Zed, the only man he felt fully comfortable with. Kisses were intimate and personal. They were promises without words. And, really, who needed words? Felix’s tongue never got him into trouble when he was kissing.

I wanted to be her north star. I wanted to be her map. I wanted to drink coffee with her in the cafes in the morning and do things, as you do, as she did, instead of just philosophizing about them and deconstructing their endless Russian-doll layers of meaning. I was alone before I met her. I wanted to disappear with her, and fold her into my life. I wanted to be her compass. I wanted to be her last speaker, her interpreter, her language. I wanted to be her translator, Zed, but none of the languages we knew were the same.

If Zed had not had witnesses he would have given her the shock of her life by kissing that furious look off her face.

So, I want to go kill someone tonight," I announced. All conversation stopped. "Just... someone?" Zed was the first to recover. "Like, anyone? Or someone specific?

As time went on, Eva grew to respect and even admire the eccentricities of Madame Zed. For example, rather than adapt to her surroundings, she transformed them.

That’s a Z,” I corrected, making sure to pronounce it “zee.” “I’m afraid that’s a zed,” she counter-corrected,

Zed hissed a breath through his teeth, shaking his head with a silent laugh, and it took me a second to realize he'd just gotten an eyeful of Lucas's secret weapon. "I'm not even fucking surprised," he growled, shooting Lucas an accusing glare. "Of course the fucking teenage stripper has been smuggling a goddamn anaconda in his sequin G-string.

It is meant to be survival of the fittest, not survival of the most floral.

She was like a butterfly whose wings would crumple if he touched her.

Just take it slow and do not hurt your brain.

Constantly thinking gets quite tiresome. 'Tell me ‘bout it,’ she says, although I doubt her sincerity.

The unseen blade is the deadliest

None escape their shadows

Zed smiled, totally unconcerned. It was the smile of a kid who’d always been chosen last for neighborhood games, or left out entirely—and now found himself the star of the team.

Zed slid his arm around Fix’s shoulders and the pair leaned together briefly as they stepped through the

Sometimes, Zed, I get tired. Sometimes I need a break from being me." I paused then added. "Doesn't make me a sub, though. Only makes me want Cass to throw me around his bedroom.

Bael realized his earlier panic feeling had been replaced by something much warmer and sweeter. And he would never, ever tell Zed about it.

And then they watched The Bridges of Madison County,” Jillian added. Zed gasped. “That’s like The Notebook for old people!

You know I can’t say.” But Zed was nodding. “In an unrelated note, your cousin’s an asshole.

He tried to call himself Zed Oakendesk, after watching the Hobbit one too many times, but Bael refused because a man shouldn’t come up with his own nickname.

We’re Aly and Zed. We’re A to Z and everything in between.

¨Kayla replied, ´And we---or the p-zeds, at any rate---copy indiscriminately, without reflection. And if the person they´re coyping is a psychopath, then their behavior ends up being de facto psychopathic, too.´ ¨

Zed just stared, then shook his head in disbelief and sipped his drink. "I never picked you for a sub, Hades. You legitimately ooze big dick energy worse than any gangster I've met. I can't imagine you giving up control in any situation.

The intellectual project of decolonizing has to set out ways to proceed through a colonizing world. It needs a radical compassion that reaches out, that seeks collaboration, and that is open to possibilities that can only be imagined as other things fall into place. Decolonizing Methodologies is not a method for revolution in a political sense but provokes some revolutionary thinking about the roles that knowledge, knowledge production, knowledge hierarchies and knowledge institutions play in decolonization and social transformation.

I think it’s different for everyone, but all of us ignore warning signs and information to seek out the truth with our own eyes, or to hold on to hope where there is none.

Programmers are like magicians who fool everyone into thinking they are perfect and never wrong, but it’s all an act. They make mistakes all the time.

Is it zombies that need to be destroyed for the sake of humans? Are we the monsters after all?

I know I will never be a ‘real human’ again but I know I can get far closer than I ever thought possible

No one should be given a “pity save

By attempting to give everyone rights, no one has rights

Fear makes them blind. But is it the failure of humans, rather than zombies that causes this?

took me until I was twenty to fully understand that there is no such thing as a grown-up.

I peeked out one of the garage door windows and saw Zed outside his camper, playing air guitar to the radio blasting from his pickup cab, a bag of lard-soaked, deep-fat-fried pork rinds and a six-pack of beer on the ground at his side. He chugged two cans at once, lifted his head like a wolf baying at the moon and let loose with a burp so loud it must have deafened house pets three houses over. Truly a class act.

The message of decolonization issuing from many writers in the field is that the process of decolonizing can be extremely ‘messy’, often leading to extreme violence; and that in a political sense it can fail miserably, replacing one corrupt elite with its mimics.

Zed: Trees live much longer; flowers are too fragile. If you neglect them, they wilt and die. Tessa: If only trees were as pretty as flowers Zed: They could be, if someone made them that way. Just the way we took ordinary flowers and turned them into this, the same could be done with a tree. If it was given the right type of attention and care, it could glow like these flowers, but be much stronger. Tessa: (silence) Zed: You deserve that type of attention. You deserve to be with someone who makes you glow, not who burns out your light.

Zed pursed his lips and grabbed a nearby book. He placed Jillian’s hand on it and raised his hand. “Jillian Ramsay, I hereby deputize you as a law enforcement official in the Mystic Parish. Do you swear to follow Sheriff Bael Boone’s orders and uphold the law to the best of your ability?” “This is a copy of The Da Vinci Code,” she noted. “Do you swear?” “Define ‘follow orders,’ because I don’t want to accidentally enter into some sort of sex contract with Bael.” She jerked her thumb toward the sheriff, who bobbled the measuring tape he was holding and dropped it on Ted’s chest. Zed frowned. “You OK, buddy?

She took one careful, expert step out onto the tightrope. He closed his eyes to avoid seeing the inevitable: the loss of balance, unbearable teetering, nightmare wingless descent. Surely no one survived this. A rope with no safety net and cobblestones beneath; he could already see the conspiracy unfolding between the rope and the cobblestones and the siren call of gravity, blood pooling outward from the shat tered skull. His hands were clenched fists in his pockets. He wanted to leave and spare himself the vision. But no one, Zed had scrawled once in a letter from Africa several years ago, should have to die without a witness. Eli forced himself to look at her.

Your eyes would be beautiful, like sapphires, even without the silver, just like your grandfather said... But with the stains, your eyes are like starlight.... You know how the light we see in the night sky has travelled so far and so long that what we see isn’t what’s present now, only a record of the past? Of what made the galaxy into what it is today?

It was a heady, overwhelming veil of scent. At first it developed almost hypnotically into a floral, fruit bouquet; languid and sensual with a musky, almost dusty depth. But then a sharpness emerged, beautiful, icy, unexpected. There was something almost overwhelming about the lush complexity of the formulation, the sheer unbridled eroticism which came across in wave after wave of contrasting notes. ‘This is floral, earthy, and there’s the clean overlay of aldehydic waxiness and soft flowers,’ Madame explained. ‘And then, underneath, a whiff of more feral, impolite essences. Under the clean, innocent exterior there’s a carnal presence. It’s not without ulterior motive.’ Grace stared hopelessly. Here was a language she definitely didn’t understand. ‘I’m sorry?’ Madame Zed looked across at her. ‘This, Mrs Munroe, is the scent of intoxication and desire. The perfume of seduction.

This is your opportunity! The Zed, shine your eyes! They call it a big-big name, evaluation consulting, but it is not difficult. You undervalue the properties and make sure it looks as if you are following due process. You acquire the property, sell off half to pay your purchase price, and you are in business! You’ll register your own company. Next thing, you’ll build a house in Lekki and buy some cars and ask our hometown to give you some titles and your friends to put congratulatory messages in the newspapers for you and before you know, any bank you walk into, they will want to package a loan immediately and give it to you, because they think you no longer need the money! And after you register your own company, you must find a white man. Find one of your white friends in England. Tell everybody he is your General Manager. You will see how doors will open for you because you have an oyinbo General Manager. Even Chief has some white men that he brings in for show when he needs them. That is how Nigeria works. I’m telling you.

Aa – pronounced as ah, as in father Bb – pronounced as bay Cc – Generally, its French pronunciation is say. However, its pronunciation will change depending on the situation. If this letter comes before I and E, it must be pronounced as the English S (similar to how C in the word center is pronounced). If it comes before A, O, and U, its pronunciation must be the same as c in cat. Dd – pronounced as day, or similar to D in the word dog Ee – must sound like euh, similar to the emphasis of U in the word burp Ff – sounds like eff, similar to how F is pronounced in the word fog Gg – As a general rule, this letter is pronounced as jhay. However, its pronunciation will change depending on the word. If this letter is found before the vowels A, O, and U, it must sound like the g in the word get. On the other hand, if it’s placed before I and E, the pronunciation must be similar to the S in the word measure. Hh – While this letter generally sounds as ash and is found in French written words, it is ALWAYS silent, even if the word begins with this letter. However, H has two kinds in the French language that are useful in writing. In non-aspirated H (or H muet), the letter H is treated as a vowel and the word requires either liaisons or contractions (other rules will be discussed in a later section). On the other hand, in an aspirated H (or H aspiré), the word is treated is a consonant and will not require liaisons or contractions. To determine which words are aspirated or not so that words can be spelled and pronounced correctly, French dictionaries place an asterisk (or any other symbol) on words starting with an H to indicate that they are aspirated. Ii – sounds like ee, or similar to how the letters ea in the word team is pronounced Jj – pronounced as ghee, and sounds like the S in the word measure Kk – sounds like kah, and is pronounced like the K in the word kite Ll – a straightforward el pronunciation, similar to L in the word lemon Mm – simply pronounced as emm, from M in the word minute Nn – similar to N in the word note, as it sounds like enn Oo – This letter can be pronounced as the O in the word nose, or can also sound similar to the U in nut. Pp – pronounced as pay, or similar to the letter P in the word pen Qq – sounds like ku, or how the K in kite is pronounced Rr – must sound like you’re saying air. To do this correctly in French, you must try to force air as if it’s going to the back of your throat. Your tongue must be near the position where you gargle, but the letter must sound softly. Ss – Generally, it must sound like ess. However, the pronunciation might change depending on the word. If the word begins with an S or has 2 S’s, it must sound like the S in sister. However, if the word only has one S, it must sound like the Z in the word amazing. Tt – pronounced as tay, just like t in the word top Uu – To pronounce this properly, you must say the letter E as how it is said in English while making sure that your lips follow the position like you’re saying “oo”. Vv – pronounced as vay, and sounds like the V in violin. Ww – pronounced as dubla-vay as the general rule. However, this may be changed depending on the word. It can sound like V in the word violin, or as W in the word water. Xx – sounds like eeks, and can be pronounced either like gz (as how the word exit is said) or as ks (when the word socks is said). Yy – pronounced as ee-grehk, or similar to ea in leak. Zz – sounds as zed, or like the letter Z in zebra

What will you do once you have the key?” Mia asks. “We’ll be able to break into every bank in the world!” Captain Dread declares proudly. “We can open every lock, everywhere!” “Um,” Harley says. “Banks don’t have keys anymore. They have codes, and scanners, and swipe passes. A key isn’t going to help you break into a bank.” The pirates all stop looking for the key and look at each other, confused. “We’ll just use it for anything with a key then!” “Like what?” I ask. “Like… the candy store.” “They use a swipe code for their locks.” “Hotels?” “Swipe cards.” “Government buildings?” “Codes.” “Food shops?” “Scanners.” “Safes?” “Dial codes.” “Cars?” “Keyless.” “Houses?” “Um…” I think about that for a moment. “Yep, I think most houses still use keys. You could use it there.” “Then we will break into every house in the world!” Captain Dread declares again. “We will enter any house we want to, at any time. With the possession of the Skeleton Key, we will be unstoppable! We will be the unstoppable pirates!” “Captain Wed, if you go into my house,” I say. “Can you check that my pet bunny rabbit has enough food? I am not sure if I gave him enough food before I left.” “No! I will steal things from your house; not feed your bunny rabbit!” “We can’t let him have that key, Charlie,” Harley whispers to me. “He will have too much power. We will have to keep the key a secret from him.” “Captain Zed, you are not going to steal anything from me. You can get off this boat now,” I say, as I pick up my backpack full of Super Spy gadgets.

You know what they say.” “What?” “Curiosity killed the Zed.” “Do you make this shit up, or do you have bad writers?

I've heard rumors that if we get too weak to give blood, they feed us to the zeds." Hannah just stared at her in horror a moment before asking, "The zeds?" "Yeah. You know, like how the Brits say the letter z? For zombie?" "Oh." "What do you call them?" Hannah thought about it a second before saying, "The scary dead things that ate my parents. But yours is catchier.

Plus, I wondered if any of these celebrities were alive; or if Brangelina was now a zombified couple.

I was kneeling on Zed’s back and rubbing an egg into his hair with one hand as I incapacitated him with tickling from the other when our mother walked into the room, just home from work. I froze, and Zed choked on his laughter. My mother’s eyes tracked over the food-strewn kitchen, and the back to the two of us on the floor. “Pudding is cursed in this house,” she said succinctly, and then walked away.

Be grateful you haven't been caught referring to the last letter in the alphabet as "zed

I am not a good man. There are many things I have done wrong in my life: mistakes, regrets, failures. In this, most men are the same. But in the end, all we can truly hope is that we are at least better masters, better fathers...Better friends than we had.

Zed me amaba… tal vez. No sabía si quería creerle. Lo último que deseaba era enamorarme porque, en lo profundo de mi ser, sabía que el amor te hacía sufrir.

We used to call ourselves Team Zed. It sort of fell out of use after we had built up a decan of better reasons to feel like a family, but it still gets a wink and a grin every once in a while.

Oh. I didn’t know you were a follower of the Divine I.T.” Zed shook his head as he recalled the strange cultists that tried to live by the words of powerful Ascenders. “The golden rule ‘turn it off and on again, to function better than it has been’? I guess; who am I to judge your beliefs?

A crime show?” Zed repeated. “Oh, what, so we can see policemen get glorified on the TV? What are you, a republican?

A crime show?” Zed repeated. “Oh, what, so we can see policemen get glorified on the TV? What are you, a republican?

if spiritual forces operate in a different sphere to the rule of law and human rights, then democratic politics is failing to deal with a fundamental problem in people’s lives and after-lives. the repercussions of AIDS for the moral cosmology are profound indeed. the secular frameworks of epidemiology and public policy will not by themselves be enough to make sense of the virus and epidemic. we need to develop and deploy metaphors that speak to the social world, constructed around moral imaginings which are impacted by AIDS and which in turn constrain social capabilities to respond to AIDS. we should also be alert to the fact that scholars and policy makers themselves are unable to think about the crisis that is AIDS without using language and imagery borrowed from another realm of human experience. how we think about the AIDS epidemic becomes its own reality. yet we must not lose sight of the virus and the disease. (…) AIDS represents the ordinary workings of biology, not an irrational or diabolical plague with moral meaning. HIV transmission is preventable and medication is available that can extend a healthy life for those living with HIV. science can triumph, given resources, policies and the right social and political context.

What's going on here?" The question was quite clearly for Zed, and the other occupants of the room knew it. The near-naked woman sitting on the bed with her arms around her knees just blinked up at me, her cheek puffy and red with a handprint. The man who was no doubt responsible for that handprint? Well, he couldn't have answered me even if he’d wanted to. Zed had him on the floor, hog-tied and gagged, but not in a fun sort of way.

was seventeen, naïve as fuck, gaslighted at every waking moment, and abused behind closed doors by my sociopathic fiancé. The night I'd gone to Zed had been one of my worst mistakes. Not only had he rejected my feelings, making me think I'd imagined our connection... but Chase had found out. And he'd made me pay.

must have salt and pepper here. The silence gets to me, and with a surge of frustration, I decide I’m not going to give in to it. So I start to talk. And I keep talking even though Mack doesn’t reply with more than an occasional grunt. I tell him all the news I can think of about our friends back home. Halbrook is now the biggest town in the area with a thriving school, two churches, and a clinic. Esther, who we met by chance on a trip we were making a few years ago, is now the principal of the school and also newly pregnant with her and Zed’s second child. Layne and Travis are still living in their little cabin in the mountains, but they’re planning to move to Halbrook within the next year because their oldest, Abigail, is now five and will need to attend school soon. They’ve also got a three-year-old boy named Michael, a one-year-old boy named Benjamin, and are pregnant with their fourth, so they can’t live so isolated anymore.

He had offered to take me back to Landon’s instead of following our previous plan of seeing a movie, but I didn’t want to go back to Landon’s. I didn’t want Hardin to show up there and cause a scene He’s probably there destroying Ken and Karen’s entire house right now. God, I hope not. “It’s cool. I know how he is, I’m just glad he didn’t hurt you. Well, worse than he did.” He sighs. “I’m going to apply pressure to this, so it may hurt,” I warn him. He closes his eyes as I press the cloth to his skin. The cut is deep—it looks like it may scar, even. I hope not; Zed’s face is too perfect to have a scar like this, and I certainly don’t want to be the cause of it. “Done,” I say, and he smiles despite the fact that his mouth is swollen as well. Why am I always cleaning up wounds? “Thank you.” He smiles again as I rinse off the bloodstained towel. “I’ll send you a bill,” I tease. “Are you sure you’re okay, though? You hit the ground pretty hard.

Murphy grimaced and shook his head. “The place is big enough, but you might not like it. Zed blew it up.” “You must really hate her movies,” said Fritz.

Do Archdemons suffer senile dementia?” The bearded one gave a cruel snigger. “What? You mean, Kird Vadu, the zombie who put the Zed in Alzheimer’s?

I—” Fear paralyzed his tongue. His shoulders stiffened again. Conversely, his knees wobbled. It was too soon, too late. Not the right time...would he ever find the right time? Zed pulled him closer, so close they touched all the way down. Warm arms gathered him close. “Shh,” he whispered against Felix’s temple. “It’s okay. I know.

both zed and zee were used interchangeably in both British and American English, alongside a whole host of other more outlandish names for Z including izzard, shard, ezod and uzzard, all of which have long since fallen out of use. Of the two, zed is the earlier, derived at length from the name of the equivalent Greek letter zeta and first attested in written

There are automated tools that can probe our systems for vulnerabilities, such as by looking for cross-site scripting attacks. The Zed Attack Proxy (aka ZAP) is a good example. Informed by the work of OWASP, ZAP attempts to re-create malicious attacks on your website

New Girl was now starring Zed La'Frank a female Spinosaurus. Mad Men became almost unwatchable due to the fact that Don Draper was now played by an flamboyant Velociraptor. Game of Thrones was made up of an entire cast of Triceratops, all whom had never even acted before. It seemed like the dinosaurs were getting a kick out of taking over our greatest entertainment and replacing it with their talentless artists. It was infuriating.

Everything in Australia is trying to kill you, haven’t you heard? Half of the ten deadliest snakes in the world live in Queensland. And then there are the poisonous spiders and the jellyfish. Not to mention the crocs and the great white sharks. Another point in favor of New Zealand. Very benign place, En Zed.

It had taken going to hell for Zed to find what he'd unknowingly been searching for his whole life.

What do you see when you touch me now?" Riff asked, his gaze searching Zed's face. Once again, Zed sensed that electric zing of sexual awareness. Riff Definitely knew what he wanted, "Enough heat to set me on fire. Hunger that matches my own.

He wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. "High School Musical," he mumbled, then yawned. For a second I thought he was joking, then the characters on screen started singing and dancing in the middle of a basketball court, and I snickered a laugh. "Shh," Zed told me, "I love this part.

Then again, if I couldn't let my walls down around Zed of all people, maybe I really was the broken, heartless bitch Seph thought I was.

You're the best, Zed," I groaned before taking a bite of the buttery bread. He shot me a smirk and a wink. "I know how you like your bread buttered, boss.

I gave him a weak smile. "Zed taught me how to drive when I was sixteen," I told him. "But he didn't trust me not to crash his car, so we would take Chase's instead and just... not tell him. Until one night I thought a cat was on the road, and I swerved to miss it. Crashed right into a tree." I swallowed heavily as the old, venomous emotions clinging to my memories of Chase tried to surface. "I knew he was going to be so mad, so I wrote him a note and left it taped to the windshield after the car got towed back to his place." Cass nodded his understanding. "Gotcha. Word for word, I assume?

Trust me?" Lucas asked, meeting my eyes with a heavy dose of sincerity and a small part mischief. I gave the most honest answer I was capable of while his dick was still fully encased in my pussy. "Within reason, yes." He flashed a smile. "Fair." He swiped my phone out of my hand and slid his thumb over the answer button. My eyes bugged out, but he clapped his hand over my mouth, telling me with his eyes to be quiet as he took the call and switched it to speaker. "Hey, Zed.

You broke my heart, Zed. Is that what you want to hear from me? You're the only person to ever break my heart. But I sucked it up and dealt with it. You offered me friendship and I took it. You're my best friend and nothing more." "Jesus, Dare, that was six years ago, and you were engaged to my best friend! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn't know. I had no idea what he was—" He broke off scrubbing a hand over his face. "I thought I was doing the right thing.

I hate men,’ says Mrs Zed. ‘You included.

When Izard took the side of the Lees, Franklin retaliated with an anonymous satire, “The Petition of the Letter Z, Commonly called Ezzard, Zed, or Izard.” In it the letter Z complains about being “placed at the tail end of the alphabet” and “totally excluded from the word WISE.”10

Angie Billows. Jill Venable. Greta Smith. Lily Spector. Bobbie Sax. Jessica Moore. Mary Jane Cushing. Patricia Patterson. Ginny Towers.  The nine women I’d murdered. Derek Tice. Zed Billings. Dale Collier. Rog Thurl. Cameron Edding.

TO THE ONE WHO INVENTED ZED, ZERO, AND NAUGHT, THANKS FOR NOTHING

After a few minutes of dead silence between Zed and I, he reached under the table and dragged my seat closer to him. "What?" I asked, giving him a frown. His raised brow in return said he wasn't buying my shit. "You know what." "Fuck you." I stabbed a carrot with my fork and took a bite. Zed continued staring at me with a slight smirk. "Please do." I choked on my carrot—just a little—but enough that my cheeks flamed and I earned curious looks from across the table.

Encontrar a tu alma gemela puede ser muy peligroso

Zed was at her side, as always, and for once I was actually happy to see him. Even if he was head over heels in love with my girl.

It was a sunny day when Farooq-Lane, Ronan and Hennessy approached the house. A workday. It was quiet. All around, people were puttering about on their ordinary city business, business that relied on the principle that today would become tomorrow. Even if they had been one of the many who’d seen the bomb’s apocalyptic vision, none of them could have guessed that the sunny day they’d seen then was very likely the sunny day they were living now. Farooq-Lane was mired in the paradox of premonition: The vision had said she and the Zeds would be there at the end of the world, and so they were here now, kicking off the end of the world. Would the apocalypse still go on if they simply never showed up at this building? Or would the vision have reflected that, too? Cause and effect felt murky as the day was bright.

People are stupid. They will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true, or because they are afraid ti might be true." Zed