Rhage's Quotes

#1. I can't ... I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really ... " Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. "How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The ...

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#2. V shook his head. "Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?"
Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body.
"We're going to need a shitload of steel," the human muttered.

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#3. Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean ... hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like ... bus exhaust or some shit.

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#4. No lie. I might fuck with your bathroom. But never, ever about this." Rhage's

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#5. There was a sniffle from the crowd. At which point, Rhage's voice hissed, What. This is beautiful, 'kay? Fuck all y'all.

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#6. When Rhage's beast came out, everyone, the brothers included, looked for shelter and took up praying.

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#7. Fine, good, Mary thought. Then how about dragging your skinny ass out of here and making sure your replacement is an ugly, two-toothed gorgon in a muumuu.

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#8. Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?"
"Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM - wait, that sounds dirty ... .

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#9. Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.

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#10. You're getting into some kind of shape, cop."
Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head."
Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone."
It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

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#11. Oh, the humanity ...
It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

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#12. Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually.

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#13. The guy was cracking down on the Brotherhood, organizing shifts, trying to turn four loose cannons like V, Phury, Rhage, and Z into soldiers. No wonder he always looked like his head hurt.

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#14. V chuckled. "I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe."
(Rhage)

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#15. Rhage glanced over in the relative silence. "You are a genius." "Harold Ramis is." "I'm sorry?" "You ever see Stripes? My favorite movie of all time. I based this thing on Bill Murray's ride.

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#16. Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.

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#17. All right, big guy, down you go."
Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good.
"And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

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#18. Rhage cleared his throat. My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.

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#19. I'm glad you like him," he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. "Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us."
"That would be eternally," she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love.

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#20. After a moment the king said, "So be it."
Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.

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#21. Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others - *cough*Rhage*cough* - he would never pry.

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#22. He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.

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#23. Supposed to in one hand, s*** in the other; see what you get the most of- V to Rhage

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#24. If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

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#25. That's so sweet." He sighed again. "Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though." Mary lifted her head again. "Why?" "BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING - " "Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . .

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#26. All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time."
Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?"
Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner.

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#27. You know, you handled yourself last night. Don't know many humans who would have taken on Rhage or me. Much less in front of all the brothers." "Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating.

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#28. Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.

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#29. Rhage raised his hand " Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes my son, you are going to hell

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#30. You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are

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#31. Tohr shrugged. "Assuming he's kept the same ones on, they're a total of five. Three cousins. That porn star Zypher - "
Rhage harrumphed at that. Clearly, even though he was now very happily mated, he felt like the race had one, and only one, sex legend - and it was him.

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#32. All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore ... hell, that I don't WANT to ignore. [Rhage]

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#33. Man" Rhage muttered, "someone hit this place with the Hallmark stick."
Until it broke.

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#34. Rhage!" She laughed some more. "You brought me out here just to-"
He started kissing her mouth and putting his hands around her waist. "Outcome Engineer. You knew it when you mated me" ~ Rhage & Mary

'The Shadows' Page 446

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#35. Rhage nodded. "The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other."
"That depends more on your mouth than any floor plan," Phury said with a grin.

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#36. Hollywood Expressed his inner Godzilla again V to Z

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#37. Yeah." Rhage sighed. "All I want is one good female. But I guess I'll settle for quantity until I find her. Life just sucks, doesn't it?

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#38. Then Rhage kissed each and every scar. She

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#39. He hung up and looked at Rhage.
"Hate this," the brother said.
"I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home."
"Didn't like seeing you shot."
Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly.

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#40. Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!

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#41. I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

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#42. If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

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#43. (Butch Thinking) Those claws wre like daggers. they made Freddie Krueger's set of fun and games look like pipe cleaners.

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#44. The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage
"That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury

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#45. God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy.
Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types.
But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard?
Eugene?

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#46. She's a female of worth. Hell, the brothers and I are half in love with her and not just because she's our queen. Not that we're, you know, inappropriate about it or anything.

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#47. Vishous : Oh, shit ... you didn't rose-petal the bed, my lord. Tell me you didn't go like that ?
Rhage : He petaled the bed ? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! LOLOLOLOLOLO

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