47 Quotes About The-chronos-files

But then he rolls his eyes and gives me a half smile. “Fine. But if you must give me the Mark of the Beast, at least put it where I don’t have to see it constantly.” “Such as?” “If we want to be in keeping with what I think of the damned symbol, I’ll drop trou and you can stamp it on my ass. But in the interest of propriety . . .” He rolls up his left sleeve, and I stamp the inside of his arm.

Kiernan spins around nervously, eyes flicking between the door we just entered and one at the other end of the room. “You forgot to mention the guards. Kind of important, Pru!”“Why? You’ve got a gun. And Evie says your friend there is a baby ninja.

Mom says I should erase it. That this present is our reality and everything on this little drive is fiction. She may be right. But there’s plenty of truth in fiction.

I’m not sure why he’s flustered until I realize there are now five of us and the table is set for four. Pru waves her hand dismissively. “Don’t bother. The dark-haired one is just my bodyguard. He can stand.” Kiernan seems entirely unfazed by the comment, but her tone pisses me off.

And don’t get all pissy if they laugh at you.” “Why should I take it personally? I didn’t pick this costume, so they’ll be laughing at you, not me.” A faint ghost of his old grin surfaces, but disappears almost immediately.

The manager rolls his eyes. “Sorry, miss, already picked my dozen—” “So make it a baker’s dozen,” someone yells from the back. “Bet she can’t hit the bloody nail anyway. Give us somethin’ to laugh at.” That voice is clearly Kiernan’s, and most of the men chuckle.-Kiernan comes back about ten minutes later and takes his seat. “Good work.”I snort. “Don’t give me that. I heard you back there.” “Just seeding the crowd. A time-honored practice among showmen and politicians alike.

I toss the formal dress from 1905 onto the chair next to him. He glances up, removing the headphones. “Did you decide to do a bit of shopping in London?” I give him a wry smile. “Does this look like something I’d buy? Your great-grandfather picked it out.

Kiernan, the less you know, the better. You’re always telling me to just trust you and do what you’re asking, and I do—” He snorts. “When it suits you.” “Okay, but I do when it seems important. And this is really, really important.

I’m not following any of this, you know. Beecher who?” “Henry Ward Beecher.” Another slug from the bottle. “He’s a preacher. Hey, that rhymes.” Well, that answers any questions about whether the alcohol is working.