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Killing with a knife is very personal, you are actually holding it as it goes in, and when death comes, you can feel your victim dying through the knife. It’s like sex.
Richard Ramirez
You might want to decide fast. We live in a dangerous world. If you see a chance to be happy, you have to fight for it, so later you have no regrets.
Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds
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The Wright Brothers - Blood On My Name
“Who the fuck are you? Why did you come all the way here for her?” “I’m her next-door neighbor.”
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Some men are too thick to realize that when they push too far, other men may murder them without any thought of consequences. Such men would be wise to remember that consequences won’t matter to them, because they would be dead
Nevada Baylor in ‘Wildfire: The Hidden Legacy” by Ilona Andrews
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Changelings had a harder time controlling their emotions. That was one of Hawk’s favorite tactics: rile up the changelings, get them angry with the scent of blood or a punch in the face, and send them into a fight to rend everything they came across.
Bayou Moon, pg 24
*an excerpt from “Bayou Moon”
Cerise saw William sprint across the field. Her mind took a second to comprehend it, and by the time she had understood what was happening, he’d swung his knife, quicker than the eye could see. Arterial spray wet the ground, bright, vivid red. The Sheeriles’ man fell to his knees, but William had already gone to his next victim.
He killed the woman in an instant, didn’t even pause, and when he turned to strike the next man in his path, she saw his eyes, hot like two chunks of molten amber.
“Stay back!” she barked [at her family]. “Stay away from him.”
He cut and sliced, raging across the field like a demon, killing with brutal, precise savagery. As if a mad tiger had got loose amid a herd of helpless prey. Fast, tireless, deadly.
A shot rang out. William jerked. Her heart skipped a beat.
William swiped a knife from a fallen opponent, whipped about, and hurled it. The blade sliced through the narrow space between the bars on the second-floor window. A woman sagged against the bars and tumbled down, knife in her throat.
William grinned, baring his teeth, and kept killing.
Chill bumps marked her arms.
Around her, people stood up to get a better look. Nobody said a word. The family just stood and watched in horrified silence.
So that was what he kept chained inside.
–pg 297