#steel

Probably? So you're asking me to trust my life to steel wool and peanut butter?" "Poisoned peanut butter." "Cal, I don't care if it's nuclear peanut butter. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#cal #peanut #peeps #poisoned #scott-westerfeld

I just sat there. I just held Shelby's hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life. ↗

— Robert Harling

#life

So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #kinky #sex #virgin #virginity

To: Christian Grey You've made me cry again. I love the iPad. I love the songs. I love the British Library App. I love you. Goodnight. Ana xx ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #love

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know. ↗

— E.L. James

#ana-steele #anastasia-grey #anastasia-steele #conflict #fifty-shades-freed

Bah, he still saw the same stupidity. The image of the hanged man in the farming community of Yondern flashed through his mind. Now there was a war brewing between the Steelwielders and some foreign religion. More mindless loss over beliefs and mythology. But.. he could not deny the noble features in his companions. Although Perfidian was too blithe and Elaina too didactic, they had risked their life to do what was right. He did owe them his life. He could not deny the nobility he saw in many different people, bits and pieces of nobility that shined through under pressure. The guards who risked their lives to protect the villagers, Markham who flew at the dangerous dwarf, swords flashing; even an Eruthian merchant who stopped in his journey to share tales with complete strangers'. ↗

— T.P. Grish

#fantasy #indie-author #low-magic #magick-and-faith #mythology

I should be very much obliged if you would slip your revolver into your pocket. An Eley's No. 2 is an excellent argument with gentlemen who can twist steel pokers into knots. That and a tooth-brush are, I think, all that we need. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#revolver #sherlock-holmes #steel-poker #toothbrush #watson

Me being a skinny guy, I could crawl into the steel pit. ↗

— Luther Allison

#could #crawl #guy #i #into

I have this kind of mild nice-guy exterior, but inside my heart is like a steel trap. ↗

— Dan Aykroyd

#heart #i #inside #kind #like

But steel bars have never yet kept out a mob; it takes something a good deal stronger: human courage backed up by the consciousness of being right. ↗

— Ray Stannard Baker

#bars #being #consciousness #courage #deal