Jennifer Estep
Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.Collection: Running
Always take the most unexpected routeCollection: Unexpected
I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.Collection: Self
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.Collection: People
It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.Collection: Hurt
You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.Collection: Distance
This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.Collection: Food
Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?Collection: Trying
I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.Collection: Battle
This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James BondCollection: Running
I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.Collection: Weed
My name is Gin, and I kill people.Collection: Names
I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.Collection: Eye
No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise.Collection: Determination
I'm crazy about you, Spartan.Collection: Crazy
I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?Collection: Thinking
Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.Collection: Running
I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.Collection: Make Out
What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.Collection: Always Trying
And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.Collection: Hands
It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.Collection: Girl
I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.Collection: Hate
And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.Collection: Warrior
Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.Collection: Girl
You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.Collection: Mines
The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.Collection: Nice
Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.Collection: Cutting
Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.Collection: Eye
It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.Collection: Long
That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.Collection: Daggers
Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.Collection: Strong
Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?Collection: Ties
Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. "That little toothpick won't save you, Gypsy." "Touthpick?" Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!Collection: Hands
Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.Collection: People
You picked that out?” Caine asked. “That pink, plastic toy?” I turned to look at him. “I happen to have been a little girl, once upon a time, detective. I know what they like. Every little girl wants to be a princess.” A thoughtful frown overcame the angry tension on Caine’s rugged face. “And what happens when they grow up?” I thought of my mother and sisters and all the horrors that had happened the day they’d died. A bitter laugh escaped from my tight lips. “Then they just want to be little girls again.Collection: Girl
But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.Collection: Night
Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just differentCollection: Karma
You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.Collection: Jealous
I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.Collection: Assassins
All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.Collection: Want
You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.Collection: Blood
What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.Collection: Flower
Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!Collection: Bleeding
What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my heroCollection: Hero
Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.Collection: Angry Women
They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.Collection: Sweet
The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and forth in what seemed to be annoyance. Or maybe anticipation. I didn't know. I'd always been more of a dog person. I cleared my throat, and the panther stopped and flicked up one of its rounded ears. Listening. "Um, nice kitty?Collection: Running
One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.Collection: Spring
Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.Collection: Cracks
Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information.” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert.” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.Collection: Jealous