“Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.”
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Devon Monk
“I don’t know how to explain it.” “Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)” ― Devon Monk, Magic in the Shadows
“Fucking fuck fuck of a fuck.” Shame dug in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. His hands shook as he lit up. “Eloquence, thy name is Flynn,” Terric said” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“I glanced up at Zay, then walked over to stand next to him. "You look good with a baby in your arms," he murmured. I took his hand, careful with his fingers that were still wrapped in tape. "Don't get your hopes up, Jones. I'm not the settling-down type." "Want to bet on that?" he asked. "Sure." I made a fist; so did he. We pumped three times. I threw paper. Zayvion threw scissors. I'd lost. Startled, I looked up at him. "Two out of three?" Zay grinned. So did I.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Hunt
“I think you’re possessed.” “Old news.” “Huh. Anyone I know?” “My dad. It’s a family issue I’m working on.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“Okay, that was so far down Creepy Lane that it had intersected with Scaring the Hell Out of Me Avenue. I hated that avenue.” ― Devon Monk
“Don’t be an idiot,” Terric said. “You were unconscious less than ten minutes ago.” “And you were a dick. One of us got better.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“Is there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“I promise I'll stay as safe as I can. And since Zay refuses to leave me alone, I figure if things get bad, I can always shove him into the line of fire while I run like hell.” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer.” ― Devon Monk, Magic in the Shadows
“What the hell?” I muttered. Then I realized it was Jack Quinn’s car. Jack was a Hound and Bea’s boyfriend. The left blinker flashed on for just a second, and then Jack drove at speed again.“Zayvion, I’m sorry to tell you I think I have a crush on another man.”“Who is this unfortunate and soon-to-be-dead fool?” he asked.“Jack. That’s his car. He must have been waiting for us, or maybe he followed us.”“Jack Quinn has been following us?” Shame said.“And now he’s taking us to Collins, I think.”“Or a trap,” Shame said.“He’s a Hound, Shame.”“My statement stands.”“You still don’t get it, do you?” I turned left, following the car. “Hounds are loyal. Jack and Bea told me they’d help me if they could. They’re not going to turn against me while I’m in trouble.”“What happens when you’re not in trouble?” Shame asked.“Don’t know. It’s never happened.” ― Devon Monk, Magic Without Mercy
“Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Hunt
“...Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“A corner of his mouth quirked up. “I play pool. Shoot hoops sometimes too. Any other sport you’re curious about?” “Hockey? Polo?” “Simultaneously. Trick is to keep the horses on their skates.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“I don’t know how to explain it.” “Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)” ― Devon Monk, Magic in the Shadows
“Fucking fuck fuck of a fuck.” Shame dug in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. His hands shook as he lit up. “Eloquence, thy name is Flynn,” Terric said” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“I glanced up at Zay, then walked over to stand next to him. "You look good with a baby in your arms," he murmured. I took his hand, careful with his fingers that were still wrapped in tape. "Don't get your hopes up, Jones. I'm not the settling-down type." "Want to bet on that?" he asked. "Sure." I made a fist; so did he. We pumped three times. I threw paper. Zayvion threw scissors. I'd lost. Startled, I looked up at him. "Two out of three?" Zay grinned. So did I.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Hunt
“I think you’re possessed.” “Old news.” “Huh. Anyone I know?” “My dad. It’s a family issue I’m working on.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.” ― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate
“Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“Okay, that was so far down Creepy Lane that it had intersected with Scaring the Hell Out of Me Avenue. I hated that avenue.” ― Devon Monk
“Don’t be an idiot,” Terric said. “You were unconscious less than ten minutes ago.” “And you were a dick. One of us got better.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
“Is there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“I promise I'll stay as safe as I can. And since Zay refuses to leave me alone, I figure if things get bad, I can always shove him into the line of fire while I run like hell.” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“... he trotted down the hallway on all fours and started in on his second favorite pastime, conversations with plumbing. Just what I needed: Stone, the Toilet Whisperer.” ― Devon Monk, Magic in the Shadows
“What the hell?” I muttered. Then I realized it was Jack Quinn’s car. Jack was a Hound and Bea’s boyfriend. The left blinker flashed on for just a second, and then Jack drove at speed again.“Zayvion, I’m sorry to tell you I think I have a crush on another man.”“Who is this unfortunate and soon-to-be-dead fool?” he asked.“Jack. That’s his car. He must have been waiting for us, or maybe he followed us.”“Jack Quinn has been following us?” Shame said.“And now he’s taking us to Collins, I think.”“Or a trap,” Shame said.“He’s a Hound, Shame.”“My statement stands.”“You still don’t get it, do you?” I turned left, following the car. “Hounds are loyal. Jack and Bea told me they’d help me if they could. They’re not going to turn against me while I’m in trouble.”“What happens when you’re not in trouble?” Shame asked.“Don’t know. It’s never happened.” ― Devon Monk, Magic Without Mercy
“Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Hunt
“...Magic is a heartless bitch, and she's had me by the throat for years.” ― Devon Monk, Magic to the Bone
“A corner of his mouth quirked up. “I play pool. Shoot hoops sometimes too. Any other sport you’re curious about?” “Hockey? Polo?” “Simultaneously. Trick is to keep the horses on their skates.” ― Devon Monk, Magic on the Storm
