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And just like that 1 out of 3

Hmmm so Taverner

Another short chapter of three pages.

The old age complaining is getting old… no pun intended. They worked for over 30 years as assassins, I understand injuries take longer to heal, I understand moving slightly slower but no way in hell these women are just falling apart cause they are in their sixties.

Hmmm…. So Nat likes loud and big weapons and explosives … but these are the same women that complained about the new gen being too much about bombs and grenades?

I think one of my favorite things about this particular book is how real these ladies are. From dealing with menopause symptoms to becoming widows to brass cancer and the surgery, they’re very human.

Fam…. “Remember, ladies, your lives are lies now, but the fewer you tell, the simpler it is to keep them straight.”

Beware the court of owls, Bruce, that watches all the time. Ruling Gotham from shadowed perch behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed.

Wayne’s security HAS security.


I haven’t read the Court of Owls Saga in such a long time . It’s almost like reading it for the first time all over again

For what it’s worth how’d I do as him?

Are you asking me if you were convincing as a homicidal maniac,Dick?

I suppose I am.

Then, yes, as a matter of fact, you were.

This book really is about life. Not in a loud way but everyday life

There is an entire missing person and there is zero urgency to find her.

Greece

Three out in one go is wild

He’s about to strike.

The slasher goodbye is inevitable.
The human goodbye is chosen, and it costs both of them.

He knows what’s coming.
She knows what’s coming.
They say “I love you” anyway.

That’s not horror.
That’s grief.

It was maybe the most real we'd ever talked.
"I love you, Tolly Driver," Amber said, and I was glad it was dark. I was glad she couldn't see my face…
"Chirpie," she said as goodbye, and, two, maybe three seconds after she faded into the night, into the rest of her life, I said it back, that I loved her too. And then I went on about how she was my best friend… how she was the best thing to ever happen to me…

“ surprise. Slashers aren’t just dangerous with blades and darkness. We can also weaponize the least social interaction.”

Teenage slasher!

We’re five laws in and Greene still hasn’t discovered integrity

The lawnmowers love me, the weedwackers are my friends, but it's the chainsaws that really know my touch.

Cartoon princesses have little birds that flit around them every morning, and whistle sweet nothings to greet the new day?

Imagine what a slasher must wake to.

“He was calling me a wimp.
He wasn’t wrong.
Just, I was a wimp with a bodycount.
And I was just getting started.”

Slashers and cats, we both have perfect balance.

fear as a foundation of power, this book is a paradox with fancy words