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“You have fulfilled your purpose, my Lilliputian child,” he said.

These diminutive petnames get more ridiculous each time lol.

“Who’s Az… Aza…?” I asked.
“God.” Neil reached under the counter and pulled out a pair of tweezers, which he used to pluck at the herbs in the bowl of his pipe. “If God were a sleeping, blathering idiot and all of you four-dimensional critters were just figments of his dreams.” He took a drag. “Also, my dad.”
“You’re Jesus?”[..]
Neil choked.

I'm wheezing

“Does the meat not please you?” he demanded.
“Of course it doesn’t,” I replied. “I’m a vegetarian.”
Riley shook his head. “I don’t understand—yesterday, you ate meat.”
I recalled our dinner at Sardi’s, and smiled indulgently. “That was fish, silly, that doesn’t count.”

That's pescatarian.

“Is this really necessary?” I queried, my voice as even as I could make it and my face pointed in what I assumed was Riley’s general direction. I wriggled my shoulders against the rope. “I hardly intend to run away.”
He finished tying the last knot with a sharp and precise motion, binding me fast. “I restrict your freedom for your own protection,” he said.

Cthulhu yandere mode unlocked.

“What up, girl, you lost?”
I turned around. There stood three men, blocking my way back to the boardwalk.

Are you lost, babygirl?

"Miss Slate, you are one of my best students, but that’s no excuse for not paying attention… or drawing shirtless young men while we’re supposed to be discussing a classic work of literature."

But that's the best time to be drawing shirtless young men.

Yet for all of the peculiar features, its eyes were the most strange and wonderful of all. They were black but not black. All colors and no colors.

Your typical YA male lead. Also, at least it's not orbs.

But I would trade all of that—any of that—to have what you have.”
“What do I have?” I whisper, because I’m genuinely confused, genuinely curious. What could I have that he wants?
“Oh, I’m not entirely sure,” he says, his sarcasm sharp enough to cut, his grip tightening over the wheel. “Maybe a family? Maybe a mother who’s alive, a father who actually cares?”
I flinch.

Haha, oopsie.

“No,” I blurt out, stepping in between them. “No, I’ll walk.”
Leela snaps on her riding gloves and blinks at me. “For two whole miles?"

2 miles is what, half an hour walk?

A horrified gasp tears through my teeth. Red welts have started to swell up all over my neck and cheeks, marring Jessica’s otherwise smooth skin. Crabmeat. I’d been so caught up in the ominous message and her grades that I’d forgotten one very critical piece of information: Jessica Chen is allergic to seafood.

She's been living in her cousin's body for weeks now, also she forgot her food allergy???

His frown deepens. “What kind of attitude is that? Just look at your cousin Jessica,” he says, shaking his head hard. “You two came from the same family, attend the same school, are the same age. She’s managed to get into Harvard—and what is it, five other Ivy Leagues? Maybe you should learn from her—”

Nothing more frustrating than family pulling the 'look at your cousin/sibling/whatever' card.

I don't care,' she said. 'I want you to survive.'
'Why?...' His voice was barely audible. 'After what I did.'
'It would be like dying myself. I couldn't go on.'

Are you serious??? What kind of a terrible ending is this?!?!

'We should never have done this.'
'Shut up!' Masako yelled, lurching through the door and grabbing Yoshie by the collar. 'Don't you understand? They're after us!'
Yoshie looked at her blankly, as though she were speaking a foreign language.
'What do you mean?'
'Isn't it obvious? They sent us Kuniko!'
'I'm sure it's just a coincidence,' she whispered.
'How can you say that?!'
Everyone except Masako is an idiot

'Time to get up,' he said.
'No,' she murmured, clinging to him.
'Don't you have class?' She was probably still in her first year of high school - a girl, really, not a woman at all - but he was only interested in the young ones, so to him she was a woman.

Sir, the FBI would like a word.

She thought over what Yoshie had said about the dead being no different from the living, and she nodded to herself as she stood under the shower. A dead body was revolting, but it couldn't move. Miyamori, on the other hand, could still make a grab for her, and that, she thought, made him worse.

Exactly.

Kumbhakarna is a character from the famous Indian epic The Ramayana. His weakness is needing to sleep for six months.

Relatable.

“What’s that? Sounds cool,” Quentin says, turning to me. I don’t know why he’s so curious. None of my Arledge friends have ever shown much interest in Indian stuff. Alexander still can’t pronounce my name.

Like Aisha is difficult? What??

For the next hour, I ready my apartment for Quentin’s arrival, inspecting every inch except Seema’s room, since she’s napping and would chop my head off for waking her. My definition of “cleaning” is shoving all that is visible into cupboards.

It's a viable strategy.

"That is why I called in your firm; Roy and Johns have dealt well with this family, and I am afraid I will need you to confront this situation for me."
“Specifically?”
“The Library has gone missing. And some other rooms. The Conservatory and the Clock Room, among others.”

Just another Tuesday then.

“She was a psychic and ghost hunter,” Watts explained. She had a photo of a young, intense-looking woman in a high-collared gown. “Again, nobody mentions her after the Carnot expedition.”
“Expedition?”
“Well, isn’t it? What else would you call this?” Her grin was back.
“Fighter, mage, couple of rogues. Only thing they were missing was a cleric.”

We call that a D&D party.

Schochtauer was still howling that there were traditions and old ways that must be followed, and then he actually began some bizarre chant, “Ia! Ia!” and similar unfamiliar sounds, so that he slobbered and spat about the awkward syllables. The gun was waving wildly.

Cannon fodder cultists are the worst.

“Let’s check numbers first.”
“Sounds like there are a thousand men,” Duan Ling says.
“I’m talking about us.”
“Twelve.”
One more, and we’ll have enough for the Thirteen Riders of Kunyang, Duan Ling thinks; their chances would be much better if they had thirteen Li Jianhongs. With only him, Wu Du, plus ten cavalry, how are they supposed to fight a thousand people?

With perseverence.

“I have something to say to you.”
[..]Lang Junxia’s lips quiver as though he’s about to say something.
But then Duan Ling is raising his hand, and he slaps Lang Junxia heavily across the face. It’s a crisp, loud sound, and it echoes through the quiet night around them.
Lang Junxia’s face is turned aside from the blow, his left cheek glowing crimson.

He deserved that.

“It’s gotten quite late,” Lang Junxia replies, “you should get some sleep, Your Highness.”
“You traitor!” Cai Yan howls. “You double-crossing turncoat! You scoundrel!”

That's rich coming from the man impersonating the crown prince.

"Do you have anything like a laxative?
Duan Ling often wondered what would happen if master martial artists such as Chang Liujun, Wu Du, Zheng Yan and Lang Junxia have a stomachache when they’re in the middle of a showdown.
But Wu Du has started to laugh. “You want me to give the two of them a laxative?

MC takes a leaf out of Bai Xiaochun's way of handling things (a will eternal).

Wu Du’s eyebrows are tightly knit. Soon, Duan Ling starts to say, “I don’t eat wontons anymore. It’s been a long time since I’ve last had them.”
“Worried they’re poisoned?” Lang Junxia says from behind the screen.

Once bitten, twice shy.

As he yelled, he crawled and ran down the bed. Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, and immediately got up to grab his calf, "Why are you going?"
Qi Xingchen, "Don't touch me."
Bai Ye, surprised: "I'm not dirty."
Qi Xingchen, "Of course you are not dirty, it's me who's dirty, you're a fairy, I'm a mortal, I don't deserve you to touch me."

Poor fan had a heart attack when he found out his idol also transmigrated.

But, why did Bo Ye like that kid? In terms of strength, he is many times stronger than Qi Xingchen. On character, he is more elegant and reserved than Qi Xingchen.
Even if he came first, he knew Bai Ye more than two years before Qi Xingchen.

So just because you have known him for longer he can't like anyone else he met after you? The entitlement, sheesh.

"But why do you only pay attention to me, not others?"
Bai Ye "..."
He found that this little fan was clever when he was clever, and really stupid when he was stupid.

MC.exe stops working when it comes to the ML.

"Do you want to go to social news tomorrow?" Qi Xingchen stood tall and imitated the announcer's tone. "Yesterday, a serious accident occurred in Niuben Town. After investigation, the cause of the accident was shopping by idol Bai Ye, causing women to scramble to see his handsome face."

Can't take him anywhere.