Most men die many times in their lives. The man we become invariably slaughters the child we once were. His knowledge of the world murders the babe's innocence. from Time Untime by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn KenyonHow did you escape? (Syd) I fought my way out in a manner that would have made Rambo proud. And when I got home without his body because I couldnโt pull him out without getting myself killed, I got slapped in my face by everyone around me. So donโt talk to me about death, little girl. I wrote the book on it. (Steele)
Sherrilyn KenyonYou are so vicious. (Tee) Hence the nickname. (Syd) You know itโs bad when you make me look like Glinda the Good Witch, right? (Tee) Just call me Elphaba. But donโt drop a house on me, โkay? (Syd)
Sherrilyn KenyonWhat kind of life have you lived little one? Where fair has anything to do with it? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.
Sherrilyn KenyonHe made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. "Oh thank you so much. That's what every man wants to hear about his name. You might as well call me 'Little Pecker' while you're at it and tell me you would love to have me go shopping with you for feminine hygiene products. Oh and by all means, carry a big, sparkling pink bag with flowers on it and make me hold it.
Sherrilyn Kenyon