Novel & Cerita Boondocks Saints Quotes

I sat on the log, I'd spent enough hours on it — and pulled my knees up and watched the flames. Footsteps. Bram came through from outside. Coat on, boots on,. He looked at me on the log. Said nothing. Sat down on the floor against the far wall with his back to the stone and his forearms on his knees. The fire between us. Neither of us spoke for a while. "Tell me about the Rabid Saints," I said finally. He looked at the fire.

“Join me, Saint? Make me a sweet sinner tonight?” Zoe almost rolled her eyes as the woman stumbled over the succession of ‘s’ words, indicating that she was also halfway to smashed. She also thought the whole saint/sinner thing was a bit cheesy, but whatever, and she was one hundred percent sure that Saint used the ‘sweet sinner’ line often. Probably to great effect. “Aw, thanks, ladies.” Saint gave them a wide grin, clocked both the shaved pussy and the pert, rosy nipples, and Zoe watched the women swoon. “But I’m here with Zee tonight… another time, OK?”

I heard Saint shout. "Move a muscle Santillana and our sniper will bury a bullet in your brain." Saint....please...save yourself. I am fine... don't worry about me. Save yourself...

“Really, how so?” “Cutter built the Saints from nothing with his bare hands. It was the wild fucking west back then, and he was able to tame a handful of misfits and make them profitable in record time. He also managed to keep his crew alive, and out of jail in a time when that took deep pockets and an iron fist. The Burning Saints were born in the wild, but the world around them was becoming civilized and he knew it.” “If he agreed with you, then why did he treat you like shit? Why did he break us up, and exile you?” Cricket demanded.

Sophia ➡ But if I tell you, I may get killed. Johnson ➡ Look, people are dying because of this, if we don't do something about this people will die, besides this gang is not to be trusted, do you know I was knocked down a fees weeks ago by T-gun? You and I are likes pawns to these gang, and eventually when they have everything they want, they'll kill us all, and no one can save you but I can, I promise you that when everything is over, you'll be safe and richer. .

Why the Hell is he referring to Saint in the third person? “I don’t have lice!” Saint snarls at the man shoving him into the broken slate again. “So you’re just mangey and uncouth. Wonderful.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re worried about the wrong thing, you dolt. Keep going until Iokaste dies. Then we’ll all be stuck here together for eternity. And I promise, if she dies because of you, spending eternity with me will be a living Hell for you.” “Saint, get back so I can mindlink everyone.” I try to convince him. “If he’s telling the truth, let’s hear him out. If not, I’ll let you have at him.”

“I had no reason to become as unreasonable as you.” “Oh, you had,” he said, maintaining eye contact with me. “You don’t have to deny it. Anyone who has read the biographies of the sixty saints can tell. Saints have been jinxed with the worst kind of curse — love. There’s bound by rules, then there’s bound by love.”

Raymond screamed and begged for mercy, but I said to him, “Die with pride, Raymond. Do not beg. Made men don't beg” Vincent and I uncocked our guns and pointed it at him “Say me well to godfather. Not sure you'd see him though” We emptied the bullets on him.

What have I done to all these people? He was more terrifying than all the people that had ever tried to kill me. Way more terrifying. He smiled again, and his handsome face looked like a reflection of Satan. “Oh, pardon me. I have not introduced myself. My name is Saint. Due to a woman’s generosity, I just got out of jail, and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun together.” His horrifying words kept echoing in my mind… until I surrendered to the drug, and my eyes slid shut.

“And I refuse to be one.” A stunned silence followed my declaration. Then, a low murmur snaked through the HellBound crowd, growing louder, turning into a buzzed discussion. Their "Saints," as they called themselves, the women draped over their bikes, let out a few amused, mocking laughs. One of them, a woman with bright red lipstick that stood out starkly against her pale skin, actually clapped her hands together slowly, a taunting smirk on her face.