Jennifer Estep Quotes

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.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

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.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

Always take the most unexpected route

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.

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

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.

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

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.

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.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

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.

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

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.

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?

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

My name is Gin, and I kill people.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

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.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on you.

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.