All Quotes By Tag: Banter

“I know what party you’re talking about. I might have to swing through. Especially if you’re going to be there in a costume.” He winked and leaned back in his seat.“I’m going as a homeless person.”“Sexy.”

“Watching him, his hands buried in his pockets—to keep from circling her neck she supposed—she couldn’t help but marvel at the curious mix of Southern courtesy and male arrogance, the natural assumption he shouldered of being lawfully in control. “Engaging in a moral battle isn’t always hazardous to one’s health, you know.””Doesn’t look like it’s doing wonders for yours.””Saints be praised, it can actually be rewarding.”Looking over his shoulder, he halted in the middle of the room. “Irish.””I beg your pardon?””You. Irish. The green eyes, the tiny bit of red in your hair. Is Connor your real name?””Yes, why…” she said, stammering. Bloody hell. “Of course.””Liar.”She felt the slow, hot roll of color cross her cheeks. “What could that possibly have to do with anything?””I don’t know, but I have a feeling it means something. It’s the first I’ve heard come out of that sassy mouth of yours that didn’t sound like some damned speech.” He tapped his head, starting to pace again. “What I wonder is, where are you in there?”

“Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?”

“I have been used to consider poetry as “the food of love” said Darcy.”Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what isstrong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, Iam convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”

“My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.’-Jace’Just break the door down, will you?’-Clary”

“Come work for me, and I’ll tell you.”My eyes went to his. “You are a thief, a cheat, a murderer, and a not-nice man,” I said calmly. “I don’t like you.”He shrugged, the motion making him look utterly harmless. “I’m not a thief,” he said. “And I don’t mind manipulating you into working for me when I need it.” He smiled, showing me perfect teeth. “I enjoy it, actually.”

“We?” Simon looked at him in disbelief. “Are you ever going home?””What, bored with my company already?” “Let me ask you something,” Simon said. “Do you find me fascinating to be around?””What was that?” Jace said. “Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”

“Not going to walk me to the door?” I asked, pretending to be shocked at his lack of gallantry.”Of course I am. many would think that a bonny lass such as yerself wouldst be able to stay out of trouble for a distance of fifteen feet, but I know better.””Did you just use the words yerself and wouldst in the same sentence? You can’t be a pirate and a courtier at the same time, Dev. It just isn’t done.”

“What do you think that fish is?’ Sam asked Astrid.She peered closely at the alleged fish. ‘I think that’s an example of Pesce inedibilis,’ she said.’Yeah?’ Sam made a face. ‘Do you think it’s okay to eat?’Astrid sighed theatrically. ‘Pesce inedibilis? Inedible? Joke, duh. Try to keep up, Sam, I made that really easy for you.’Sam smiled. ‘You know, a real genius would have known I wouldn’t get it. Ergo, you are not a real genius. Hah. That’s right. I threw down an ‘ergo.”She gave him a pitying look. ‘That’s very impressive, Sam. Especially from a boy who has twenty-two different uses for the word ‘dude.”

“Her name is Brienne,” Jaime said. “Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?”Her broad homely face turned red. “Yes.””Oh, good,” Jaime said. “I only rescue maidens.”

“Abe held my gaze a bit longer and then broke into an easy smile. ʺOf course, of course. This is a family gathering. A celebration. And look: hereʹs our newest member.ʺ Dimitri had joined us and wore black and white like my mother and me. He stood beside me, conspicuously not touching. ʺMr. Mazur,ʺ he said formally, nodding a greeting to both of them. ʺGuardian Hathaway.ʺ Dimitri was seven years older than me, but right then, facing my parents, he looked like he was sixteen and about to pick me up for a date. ʺAh, Belikov,ʺ said Abe, shaking Dimitriʹs hand. ʺIʹd been hoping weʹd run into each other. Iʹd really like to get to know you better. Maybe we can set aside some time to talk, learn more about life, love, et cetera. Do you like to hunt? You seem like a hunting man. Thatʹs what we should do sometime. I know a great spot in the woods. Far, far away. We could make a day of it. Iʹve certainly got a lot of questions Iʹd like to ask you. A lot of things Iʹd like to tell you too.ʺ I shot a panicked look at my mother, silently begging her to stop this. Abe had spent a good deal of time talking to Adrian when we dated, explaining in vivid and gruesome detail exactly how Abe expected his daughter to be treated. I did not want Abe taking Dimitri off alone into the wilderness, especially if firearms were involved. ʺActually,ʺ said my mom casually. ʺIʹd like to come along. I also have a number of questions—especially about when you two were back at St. Vladimirʹs.ʺ ʺDonʹt you guys have somewhere to be?ʺ I asked hastily. ʺWeʹre about to start.ʺ That, at least, was true. Nearly everyone was in formation, and the crowd was quieting. ʺOf course,ʺ said Abe. To my astonishment, he brushed a kiss over my forehead before stepping away. ʺIʹm glad youʹre back.ʺ Then, with a wink, he said to Dimitri: ʺLooking forward to our chat.ʺ ʺRun,ʺ I said when they were gone. ʺIf you slip out now, maybe they wonʹt notice. Go back to Siberia.””Actually,” said Dimitri, “I’m pretty sure Abe would notice. Don’t worry, Roza. I’m not afraid. I’ll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It’s worth it.”

“Jace’s eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, “Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories.””You hate the Silent Brothers,” protested Isabelle.”I don’t hate them,” said Jace candidly.”I’m afraid of them. It’s not the same thing.””I thought you said they were libarians,” said Clary.”They are librarians.”Simon whistled. “Those must be some killer late fees.”

“Jace perched on the windowsill and looked down at him. “You really don’t get this bodyguard thing, do you?””I didn’t even think you liked me all that much,” said Simon. “Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?””I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy’s house a night and throw up in his mailbox.””I’m pretty sure that’s not it”