Cytaty z tagiem "vampire" [16]

This was not a storage room. Nor a kitchen. Nor a frickin’ back office. No—this was a damn whorehouse. I honestly couldn’t think of a better term.

(To nie był magazyn. Ani kuchnia. Ani nawet pieprzone zaplecze. Nie – to był cholerny burdel. Szczerze, nie mogłam wymyślić lepszego terminu.).

My name is Vlad." He took my hand and lifted it to his lips before brushing a gentle kiss across my knuckles. "But most know me as Dracula." I wish I could say I absorbed that information with grace and poise. But that would have been a lie. Instead, I burst out laughing, and said, "No shit!"

(– Jestem Vlad. — Wzięł moją rękę i uniósł ku swym wargą, aby złożyć delikatny pocałunek na mej dłoni. – Ale większość zwraca się do mnie Dracula.
Chciałabym powiedzieć że przyjęłam tą informację do wiadomości z gracją i powagą. Jednakże skłamałabym. Zamiast tego, wybuchłam śmiechem, mówić – Nie pierdol!).

I don't like you," Skulduggery said.
"OK," Caelan said with a single nod.
"I don't like vampires as a rule," Skulduggery continued. "I don't trust them. I don't trust you."
Valkyrie sighed. "I told you to be nice."
"Well, I haven't shot him yet".

Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing almost lazily toward the exit.
"Thought you'd want to know. Denise just ran off.".

Ian stood next to the railing over the dance floor, gesturing almost lazily toward the exit.
"Thought you'd want to know. Denise just ran off.".

I love you," Denise choked, smiling when he kissed her with a passion and hunger that bent her spine back.
Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of "Open this door!" had her jumping in the next second, startled.
"What the hell?" Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl.
Ian stood on the other side.
"What is wrong with you, banging on like that?" Spade demanded.
Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe.
"Paybacks," Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.

[…]I was as graceful as a drunken gazelle wearing six-inch heels and a purple tutu.[…].

“Miałam tyle wdzięku co pijana gazela w sześciocalowych szpilkach i fioletowym tutu„.

The sucking, the lapping, the moaning, the groaning, the thrusting. . . I couldn’t decide if I needed to throw up or slip someone a twenty.

(To Ssanie, chlupotanie, jęki i pojękiwania, ocieranie się. . . Nie mogłam zdecydować, czy mam zwymiotować, czy wsunąć komuś dwudziestkę).

Here, kid. Just stand here and watch yourself die, knowing you can’t do a single thing about it. Sound good? No! It absolutely did not!

(Hej, dzieciaku. Stój tutaj i patrz jak umierasz, widząc że nie ma dla ciebie ratunku. Brzmi dobrze? Nie! To wcale nie brzmi dobrze!).

Now fully panicking, I patted the material beneath me and the plush pillow under my head. Holy effing hell. Either someone had placed bedding inside this box, or I was locked in a coffin. Yup, I screamed.

W panice, palcami wyczułam pod sobą materiał, a nad głową pluszową poduszkę. Ja cię piernicze. Ktoś wyłożył to pudło pościelą, albo zamknięto mnie w trumnie. Tak, zaczęłam krzyczeć.