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“Hoisting my brick, I aimed at the white werewolf's head and threw as hard as I could. The brick collided with the wolf's skull…

— Kathleen Peacock

“His stomach tried to propel itself out of his throat. His mouth hinged open all by itself—the better to upchuck you with, my dear—and…

— Rick Riordan

“One part of my brain, soaring on adrenaline, insisted I could take Cain, whatever the size difference. Another part wondered where the hell Nick…

— Kelley Armstrong

“Rooster said, "Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!" and he took the reins in his teeth and pulled the other saddle revolver…

— Charles Portis

“Kope!” the other guy yeled. “What the frick?! You got some cheetah blood in you or what?”“Seriously!” insisted Blake. “How did you run so…

— Wendy Higgins

“The soldiers chuckled. One of them, a grizzled veteran, rose and walked over to where Duncan and his two senior officers were standing. He…

— John Flanagan

“Who?” “Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, ‘Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend…

— Isaac Asimov

“With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling…

— Charles Dickens

« He squeezed his hands into fists. I picked up a grapefruit-sized rock and handed it to him. It went flying. Home run, Beast…

— Ilona Andrews

“One day on the plains he had an angry dispute with one of his wagon-drivers, and both drew their revolvers. But the driver was…

— Mark Twain

“Kope!” the other guy yelled. “What the frick?! You got some cheetah blood in you or what? ...Seriously!” insisted Blake. “How did you run…

— Wendy Higgins