Quotes About Pritkin

#1. Do you always get in this much trouble?" Pritkin asked from behind me.
"Mostly," I breathed.
"You know, I've noticed that about you," he told me.
And then he kissed me.

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#2. Pritkin was saying something, something I should probably be paying attention to since he was looking a little ... stressed.

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#3. I barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. "Not that bad," he muttered, and then he was off again.

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#4. This isn't sex."
I blinked. "Oh. Then what is it?"
"An emergency!"
I started to argue and then thought twice about it. Considering what Mircea would do to Pritkin if he ever found out about this ... Yeah. Emergency sounded good.

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#5. When we'd started working together, I'd assumed it would be a question of putting up with Pritkin; then suddenly the stupid hair was making me smile, and the sporadic heroics were making my heart jump and the constant bitching had me wanting to kiss him quiet.

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#6. He was an enigma, John Pritkin: a mad scientist with gun calluses and old scars and even more secrets than me.

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#7. Pritkin put a heavy hand on my shoulder, which was just as well. It probably wouldn't have looked good to choke the head of the Silver Circle to death right before the coronation. Then again, my reputation was shot to hell anyway ...

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#8. A courteous war mage. The world really was coming to an end.
And then Pritkin ran back around the corner followed by half a dozen groggy people. He glanced at the cells that still had to be emptied. "You aren't done yet?" he demanded.
The world righted itself.

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#9. Pritkin might be a hostile son of a bitch, but he was a damn good guy to have in a fight.

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#10. Oh, shiiiiiiit!"
"Is that really your name?" Pritkin demanded as we crawled up onto the shore some time later.
"Oh, shit?"
"It's more the story ofy life," I said miserably.
And then I passed out.

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#11. Trash can!
Pritkin cursed and grabbed one, just about the time everything I'd eaten that night paid a repeat visit. Whiskey, pizza, milk shake, beer-and a lone, half-dissolved gummy bear, which was a surprise, since I couldn't actually recall having eaten any. Fun times.

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#12. Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

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#13. I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

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#14. One of the ghosts knows where the passage is! I told Pritkin. He looked surprised and I scowled. Just because I didn't know seven ways to kill a guy with my elbow didn't make me completely useless.

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#15. I liked Pritkin loud and bitching, in other words, his normal state. I didn't like it when he got quiet.

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#16. Pritkin looked surprised, the way he always did at the idea that anyone might actually care about him.

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#17. Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. "My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them."
"Then strip."
"I beg your pardon?" He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn't possibly have heard right.

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#18. What the hell was he carrying this shit around for?" the second vamp demanded.
"It's useful in making captures, subduing difficult prisoners." Pritkin shrugged.
"Then ... this is a weapon."
"Yes."
"But he was going on a date."
Pritkin looked confused.

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#19. Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God.

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#20. To know Pritkin was to want to kill him, but so far I'd resisted temptation.

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#21. I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening. That he could just
disappear, along with everything rich and strange he'd brought into my life.
Vanished, like magic.

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#22. I hadn't realized how much I'd relied on his scowls or his shrugs or his grudging looks of approval to help me figure something out-until they weren't there anymore. Or how I could talk to some people about a lot of things but only to him about everything. And how unbelievably valuable that was.

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#23. He had the look of an atheist who'd just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

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#24. We're going jogging."
"I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon."
"That can be arranged,

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#25. She was the oddest combination of contradictions he'd ever met -innocence and sensuality, candour and diplomacy, anxiety and utter fearlessness. He hadn't even begun to figure out how her mind worked. But she was damn well going to live long enough for him to try.

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#26. I see you.
You always did, I thought, watching sparks dance in his eyes.

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#27. Look, I need something-"
"Evidently."
"Don't get all British on me," I snapped as his accent went clipped. That usually precipitated a hissy fit, but I was already having one and we didn't get to do that at the same time.

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#28. War mages ordered, threatened and bitched. They didn't deal.

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#29. I'm about to rupture something, he was informed, as the big, gaily wrapped box she was carrying smacked into the small of his back again. She had an uncanny ability to hit the same spot every time.

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#30. I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn't smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.

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