18 Quotes by Rachel Grant

So, your friends call you Bastian. Your enemies call you asshole. What do lovers call you?” “Why do you want to know?” She smiled up at the stars. “Future reference.

Princess Prime, I’m your worst nightmare.

If she could win the respect of this one man, she would prove to herself she’d changed. That she didn’t have a black soul.

Friends call me Brie. You may call me Ms. Stewart.”“Stewart? Not Prime?”She shrugged. “I legally changed my last name to my mother’s maiden name.”“Like Prime Petroleum changed to Prime Energy a dozen years ago? Obvious and unconvincing greenwashing.”“I wasn’t greenwashing, I simply no longer wished to be associated with Prime Energy, and the decision to change my last name sent a clear message to Jeffrey Senior.

His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.

I’m going to make an exception for you. If you want to study me – every inch of me – I’m willing to be your lab rat.” “Well, I’d need to have research questions if it’s going to be a valid scientific endeavor.

I’m an aid worker. I’ve been helping South Sudanese people who’ve returned to their villages after being displaced by the civil war prepare for the rainy season, which, by all accounts, is going to suck elephant dicks this year.

You’re pretty good at this spy thing,” Cal said.“Thanks. You’re pretty good at the soldier thing,” Savvy responded. “And you were great tonight.”“I was horrible tonight.”“Well, you were great at being horrible.”He tightened his fingers on the steering wheel again. “Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.

There wasn’t a person he liked less at Camp Citron or a woman he wanted more.