Grenades Quotes

“He was carrying bulky loot; I could see it under his zipped-up sweater. And when I unzipped it with a one-handed rip, I saw that he was wearing a bandolier loaded with grenades. I have no doubt that a wide, manic smile spread across my pretty little face.”
― Cherie Priest, Bloodshot

“Hope springs eternal, I guess, and is rarely questioned when it’s harbored by a woman whose idea of “Hello” sometimes involves frag grenades.”
― Seanan McGuire, Pocket Apocalypse

“Sure we could replace war with paintball battles. But it would escalate to paint grenades, paint bombs, weapons of mass paint. I don’t want to live in a world where my kids have to worry about what color they will be in the morning.”
― Dan Florence, Zombies Love Pizza

“XM29 OICW ni bunduki iliyowasaidia Vijana wa Tume kubomoa jengo la utawala la Kolonia Santita katika Kiwanda cha Dongyang Pharmaceuticals jijini Mexico City, iliyowasaidia kukamata baadhi ya wakurugenzi wa Kolonia Santita kabla hawajatoroshwa na walinzi wao makomandoo. Bunduki hii inayotumia teknolojia ya OICW ('Objective Individual Combat Weapon') iliyotengenezwa na Kiwanda cha Heckler & Koch cha Ujerumani, ina uwezo wa kufyatua makombora ya HEAB ('High Explosive Air Bursting') yenye ukubwa wa milimeta 20; ambayo hulipuka hewani kabla ya kugonga shabaha, kwa lengo la kusambaza vyuma vya moto katika eneo lote walipojificha maadui. Bunduki hizi hazitumiki tena. Zilitumika mara ya mwisho mwaka 2004.”
― Enock Maregesi

“For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner

“A blinding light, the crack of wood, the weight of thunder. The sting of hail and the whistle of metal in the air. The melting of gravity and the splinter of bones. The taste of blood and smoke and the ring of death. (page 304)”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless vows