Groan Mumble Moan Quotes

“As iAm cracked the door to his brother’s room, the poor bastard’s suffering stained the very air, making it hard to breathe—and even see properly.
Then again, everything was dark by design.
“Trez?”
The moaned answer was nothing good, a combination of wounded animal and sore throat from throwing up.
iAm lifted his wrist into the light streaming in from behind and cursed at his Piaget.
By this time, the SOB should have been solidly in recovery, his body digging itself out of the headache hole that had swallowed him. Not the case.
“You want something for your stomach?”
Mumble, mumble, groan, mumble?
“Okay, I’m sure they’ve got some.”
Mumble, moan, moan. Mutter, mutter.
“Yeah, that, too. You want some Milanos?”
Mmmmmmmmmoan.
“Roger that.”
― J.R. Ward, The King