assassin

Assassins take no pride in fighting fairly. We take pride in winning.

Linda Heavner Gerald received a silver medal for Fiction from FAPA (Florida Authors and Publishers Association)

Assassins: they got sass and live on sin.

Tell them the Night Angel walks. Tell them Justice is come.

You know that when ex-military personnel start assassinating their own government's agents that something funky is going on.

There are matters in that book, said to be done by the express command of God, that are as shocking to humanity, and to every idea we have of moral justice, as any thing done by Robespierre, by Carrier, by Joseph le Bon, in France, by the English government in the East Indies, or by any other assassin in modern times. When we read in the books ascribed to Moses, Joshua, etc., that they (the Israelites) came by stealth upon whole nations of people, who, as the history itself shews, had given them no offence; that they put all those nations to the sword; that they spared neither age nor infancy; that they utterly destroyed men, women and children; that they left not a soul to breathe; expressions that are repeated over and over again in those books, and that too with exulting ferocity; are we sure these things are facts? are we sure that the Creator of man commissioned those things to be done? Are we sure that the books that tell us so were written by his authority?

I want to take my time with you - to learn _ every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don__ want to have an audience_ he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, __hen I make you moan, Aelin.

The hit-woman opened the door. No dead body on the floor. Thank God.I heard an unearthly roar and then Jordan charged Liz from where she__ been hiding beside the door. She tackled her to the floor and stabbed her through the wrist with a small switchblade. The hit-woman shrieked and let go of the gun, allowing Jordan precious seconds to bat it across the room. She landed a couple hard punches to the assassin__ nose, bloodying it, before the other woman got the upper hand.She grabbed a handful of Jordan__ ponytail and slammed her head into the edge of the coffee table. Jordan cried out, but didn__ let go of the knife. She withdrew it and held it against the assassin__ throat, shouting, __ove again and I__l kill you, puta!__iz panted madly, but stayed put. Jordan glanced up at me. __ou okay?___live,_ I said through a grimace. __ot okay.___ood enough._ She returned her gaze to the woman pinned beneath her and glared. __he police are on their way. And not the nice, human police. Angels. Get any ideas about trying to kill me again and you won__ even get to deal with them._____e been in jail before,_ Liz said, attempting to recapture her former arrogance. ____l get over it.__ordan leaned down a few inches, lowering her voice. __eally? How__ you like to return without your tongue?__iz__ eyes went wide, as did mine. __ou wouldn__ dare.___ou shot my best friend. Multiple times. Lex talionis.___ou can__ kill me. You__e not a policewoman. You__e just a girl.___o. I__ a Seer. You and the rest of your friends had better learn the difference between a sheep and a wolf in sheep__ clothing. Until then__he lifted her fist and punched Liz hard in the temple. The assassin went out like a light. __aya con dios, bitch.

Sir Arthur stopped at the bottom of the hill and awaited the charging rider. The horseman halted in front of Sir Arthur and mud flew in all directions.__ho are you?_ demanded Sir Arthur. He stared into the masked face and turbaned head of an assassin.Rufus's heart stopped. A gasp escaped his frozen lips and his legs wobbled.Sir Arthur asked again, __ho are you?__he man dismounted and drew from his golden sash a long scimitar. He approached Sir Arthur. The knight lifted his sword and the duel began.

They worried to an excessive degree about getting gender correct, as if elves gave a shit. Humans could keep their concerns about everyone__ genitalia to themselves.

I__e always wondered though,_ Orn mused aloud, __hat does God need with a starship?___re you going to make that stupid quip every time we pass a missionary ship?___ntil they learn a new position.

Orcs do not have enemies._ Monde tried to search for the proper term, __e have_adversaries.___sn__ that the same thing?___epends on who__ winning the war.

It would be either a very skilled or very unwise man to steal from an assassin._ - Taliesin

This is what I hate most about guys like you. You didn't even try.

There are matters in that book, said to be done by the express command of God, that are as shocking to humanity, and to every idea we have of moral justice, as any thing done by Robespierre, by Carrier, by Joseph le Bon, in France, by the English government in the East Indies, or by any other assassin in modern times. When we read in the books ascribed to Moses, Joshua, etc., that they (the Israelites) came by stealth upon whole nations of people, who, as the history itself shews, had given them no offence; that they put all those nations to the sword; that they spared neither age nor infancy; that they utterly destroyed men, women and children; that they left not a soul to breathe; expressions that are repeated over and over again in those books, and that too with exulting ferocity; are we sure these things are facts? are we sure that the Creator of man commissioned those things to be done? Are we sure that the books that tell us so were written by his authority?...The Bible tells us, that those assassinations were done by the express command of God. And to read the Bible without horror, we must undo every thing that is tender, sympathising, and benevolent in the heart of man. Speaking for myself, if I had no other evidence that the Bible is fabulous, than the sacrifice I must make to believe it to be true, that alone would be sufficient to determine my choice.