88 Quotes About Scifi-adventure

Relax,” the woman said. “It’s just me.”“Just you?” Hale asked with heavy irony, remembering the black leather and predator’s eyes with a stab of heat. Dangerous beauty had always been his downfall.“I’m watching your back.”“Sure you are,” he snorted. Beauty or not, he wasn’t stupid enough to trust. Screw, sure. Trust, no way.

We who remember the time before were forced into submission. We have nothing left of us. We remember when it was revered to be your own star. To make something of yourself, to achieve. We have time now, but we are not allowed to shine. What we do is for them, to benefit them. We are cogs in their machine.

Not much of a childhood, Cass. When did you get to play?”With a frown, she said, “I played.”“You took apart your robot dog.

Sin’s cold, calculating, and dangerous. She scares the shit outta me. I wouldn’t want to meet her in a dark alley and that’s the truth. Compared to her, you’re a damned Sun angel.”“You just don’t know her,” Cass said in a soft voice, her mouth curving the slightest bit. “She’s really very sweet.”“Sure,” Nick scoffed. “Sweet as sugar. Let’s get back to why you won’t let me put my hands on you.

The chances of the wave hitting you were one to three billion, your soul being disembodied, one to eighteen billion, your survival, one to two million.

It's eternal youth, in other words, or old age—depending on what age you decided to 'bookmark.

It was better for me that way because my visits could be more discreet. In a public place that is always crowded, it's hardly likely that anyone would pay attention to a teenager. I could use my 'distraction maneuver' on the surrounding people, and the security guards would not notice it on the cameras.

On that occasion, I was almost beaten to death by the children of some aristocrats who had completely lost their minds from a complete absence of authority in their lives. They would have taken my life if it wasn't for an old man, whose name I still haven't been able to find out.

The first time I wanted to break his hand for getting into my pocket. Good thing, I realized just in time that the hand was too small. That time, he got away with five minutes of being mocked and a cuff to the nape. The second time, I ridiculed him for ten minutes and, after hanging a snap, let him go in peace. On all subsequent occasions, he got away with nothing more than a slap.