70 Quotes by Rysa Walker

He pushes his chair back and goes to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” “Yes. I’m thinking Kentucky Fried Rooster.” There’s another chorus of cock-a-doodle-doo just as I finish speaking, and he laughs. “Henry’s just doing his job, love.

I nearly miss it, given Tate’s need for speed, but as we zip by the guy in the alley, I catch a brief glimpse of his face. It’s Kiernan. How did he get out before we did when he was behind us? A few seconds after we pass, Kiernan darts out of the alley, but he can’t keep up. Usain Bolt couldn’t keep up with Tate.

Do you still have the tux you wore as Boudini?” “It’s in the loft at the cabin. Why?” “You’ll need it in order to pose as a server. Unless you’d rather be a male companion?” “No thanks.” An evil little part of me is dying to say he has more experience as a companion, given his time with Prudence, but I bat it down.

I don’t know anything for certain. You and I could both explode in the next two seconds. Or the swimming pool over there could have a clone of the Loch Ness monster swimmin’ about on the bottom, ready to spring out and have us for a midnight snack.” He’s trying to make me laugh, but I’m tired enough and jumpy enough that I cast a wary glance at the pool before looking back at him.

Verse after verse follows, her voice rising to a crescendo and then falling, only to rise again with a new passage, each echoing the same refrain. I never realized how many verses of the Bible boil down to, I tried to tell you idiots, but no—you wouldn’t listen.

Each kid got a small allowance for helping with the harvests, and Kiernan would always head straight to the tobacco shop. Not for cigarettes. At first, he even threw the cigarettes away, but later he'd save them and sell them to the older kids to get enough money for another pack.Kiernan didn't want the smokes. He wanted the baseball cards.When we got back to the Farm, Kiernan would sketch out a baseball diamond in the dirt and we'd stage games with the players from the cards he collected.

He said he doesn' have it. Pick on someone your own size.” You could really hear the Irish in Kiernan's voice back then. I mean, you can still hear it, but it’s more of a lilt when he’s older. Back then, it was a full-on brogue.

I miss, but I do hit the board, and all eight cans tumble to the ground as a result. “I win,” I tell him. “The goal was to knock down the cans, right? I knocked down all eight with one bullet. Can’t beat that.” “I’m afraid that’s not how it works, love.

Abel was arrested. So was the guy with me. Help me get Delia out of the trunk.” His expression borders on horror. “Well, you knew you’d have to let her out eventually when you put her in there, didn’t you?