Top 100 Barrons's Quotes
#1. He breaks off and looks at Ryodan. "I think we better show her. Telling her doesn't seem to be working. I thought you said she was smart." "I took Barrons's word for it." "Apparently he was misinformed," Dancer says.
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#2. I'm obsessed and addicted and ripped-down-raw in love with Jericho Barrons.
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#3. Little testy tonight?"
"That woman's boobs do not belong in your face."
"It's not as if I can see yours at the moment."
"Well, you're damn well going to feel them. Soon."
"One hopes," he murmurs.
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#5. We were watching Barrons.
Why were you watching Barrons?
Barrons needs watching.
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#6. I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.
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#7. Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?
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#8. Why should I let you take it?" "Because you owe me." "Why do I owe you?" "Because I put up with you.
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#9. I whirled and locked gazes with him, shucked my pride, doffed my prickly alpha stubbornness and said, You are my world, Jericho Barrons. Not him. Never him.
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#10. You had something. What was it?" he demanded.
"An alcohol-laced kiss," I said tightly. "Two, to be precise."
"From who?"
"From whom,I believe is the correct phrasing."
"All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?"
Mac and Barrons
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#11. Barrons breaks heads. Ryodan turns them inside out. Barrons fucks you up. Ryodan makes you fuck yourself up. He pushes buttons and rearranges things according to his own private, coolly sociopathic plan.
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#14. No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons.
It's not your pen.
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#15. I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.
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#16. Barrons cut her a hard look. "Some of us are more useful and important than others."
"My ass, you are," Christian growled.
Barrons folded his arms. "Who let the Unseelie in here?
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#17. Are we, like, having a conversation?"
"Did you just, like, ask me for advice and listen with an open mind? If so, then yes, I would call this a conversation
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#18. He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.
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#19. You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?
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#20. I know part of what turns me on so hard, makes me so violent with lust, is that he's dangerous. I fell for the bad guy. I'm crazy about the one who's trouble. The alpha that doesn't play well with others and doesn't take orders from anyone.
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#21. I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince.
Jericho Barrons was my poison now.
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#22. I'm asking the questions tonight. One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictator
and Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons.
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#23. I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out.
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#24. Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.
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#25. You're the wildcard Mac. I've thought that since the beginning. This thing thinks you're epic. So do I. -Barrons
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#28. Like is an emotion. Emotions" - he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly - "are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.
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#29. Your heels are damaging my rug. It's an eighty-thousand-dollar rug."
I say, "You like me in heels. Money doesn't signify anymore. And at least I'm not burning holes in it."
"A wiser woman wouldn't remind me of that time. I'm still pissed about it.
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#30. I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand.
I have not been devastated by Barrons' death. The alchemy of grief has forged a new metal.
I have been transformed.
There's only one way I can make his death okay. Undo it.
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#31. The corners of his mouth twitched then he gave up the ghost and just flashed me one of those rare, full-on smiles that always made me catch my breath and stare. He's so damn beautiful and his smiles are sunshine in a black velvet sky, improbable and stunning.
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#32. The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place.
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#33. When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn't even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she's nuts. Nuts, I tell you.
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#34. Who's driving this motorcycle and who's in the bloody sidecar? I don't ride in the sidecar. I don't even own a pussy bike with a sidecar.
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#35. But we have to
No we don't.
But we can't
Yes we can.
But she doesn't
She'll figure it out.
But it's
Not your fault and not your problem.
But I'm the one
Bloody hell, Ms. Lane, how many "buts" are you going to throw at me besides the only one I want?
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#36. Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.
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#37. Home, Ms. Lane?" His deep voice was gently amused.
"I have to call it something," I said morosely. "They say home is where the heart is. I think mine's satin-lined
and six feet under.
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#39. I wanted to walk beside this man for a long time, and to do that I'd have to be able to be completely myself.
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#40. Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
They make you feel so alive that you'd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
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#41. Then we're on the same page. Same paragraph, same sentence," I snapped. "Same bloody word," he agreed flatly.
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#43. Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be
calling pubs poos?"
"Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.
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#44. Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch
OW!" He decked me.
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#45. Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.
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#46. The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building."
"But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm.
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#47. If you already know the
answer, Ms. Lane, don't waste my time. You just wasted a month of it.
-Barrons
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#48. He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
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#50. Bloody talk about bloody orgasms with your own bloody woman not mine," Barrons said tightly. "You don't know a thing about her orgasms and never will.
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#51. He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.
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#52. He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.
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#53. I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.
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#54. All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.
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#55. And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?
I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.
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#56. Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos - see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.
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#57. Someday I'm going to push Jericho Barrons as far as I can and see what happens.
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#58. You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book.
Well, your book is just wrong.
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#59. Sonofamotherfuckinggoddamnbitch! JaysustiittyfuckingChrist!
That was Lor. Man of few words.
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#60. That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.
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#61. Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months, He purred but with steel in the velvet
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#62. Barrons' lips twitched. I'd almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.
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#63. Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.
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#64. Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man's potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.
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#65. I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.
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#66. Barrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some kind of constant low-level charge. Bottom line: He was the stuff of heroes.
And psychotic killers.
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#67. Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you, Barrons, I said coolly. Partly because, for the most minuscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I'd imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn't cured yet.
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#68. I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.
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#69. Was that the sum total of my exsitence? I didn't get the erudition of 'I think therefore I am.'
Instead I got 'I am, therefore I want to fuck Jericho Barrons.
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#70. What are you Barrons?"
"The one who will never let you die, and that's more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do
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#71. If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control
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#72. He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.
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#73. I squinted. "What's that on your hand, Barrons? Blood?" He started, glanced at me, then at his hand. "Ah yes," he said, as if remembering, "I was out for a walk. There was a badly injured dog in the street. I returned it to its owner's shop to die.
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#74. Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.
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#75. Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.
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#76. Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?
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#77. Okay, Barrons, it's time."
"I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly.
"Oh please. As if I'd let you.
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#78. Evil isn't a state of being, Barrons once said to me. It's a choice.
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#79. Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless MacKayla Lane was shocked and appalled and ... okay, yeah, well, utterly fascinated to find herself thinking about.
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#80. Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.
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#81. I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies.
"I'm going to kill the kid," Barrons says faintly.
Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bloody laugh. I don't think he even has the parts left to laugh with. "Get in line.
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#83. For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.
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#84. Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons
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#85. Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers." He stopped and went very still. JZB: "Who is it?" Mac: "The MacKeltars." He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly. JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane." Mac: "I had a good teacher." JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane." Mac and Barrons
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#86. She thinks he's not an animal like Barrons. That he's more civilized. She right, he is more polished. But it only makes him more dangerous. With Barrons you expect to get fucked up royally. With Ryodan you don't see it coming.
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#87. Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle.
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#88. Get your own fashion adviser," Barrons growled. "Maybe I decided I like your style." "Maybe you thought if you were more like me, she'd fuck you, too.
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#89. He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.
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#90. He's disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you aren't sure if you're going to get fucked or turned inside out and left a new unrecognizable person adrift with no moorings on a see with no bottom and no rules.
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#91. He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She'd been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.
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#92. Who says we need the walls back up? You're roaches, we're Raid. We'll get rid of you eventually.
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#93. I have to talk to him," I said flatly. "I forbid it." Every cell in my being bristled. I practically shouted, "You what?" "For. Bid. It." "You did not just say that to me.
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#94. I'd also secreted a few crosses and bottles of holy water in various nooks. Barrons would laugh at me if he knew. You might wonder if I'm expecting an army from Hell. I am.
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#95. V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ?
Barrons: She's working on old texts with me.
V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.
Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra ... with interactive aids.
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#97. Barrons." I hastily shoved the phone between the cushions.
Ms. Lane." He inclined his dark head.
You tattooed me, you bastard." I got right to the point.
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#98. Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
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#100. If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.
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