Ender's Game Quotes And Page Numbers Novels & Stories

I said, deflecting the way I'd gotten good at deflecting lately. "Most good stories are." He grinned, easy and unbothered in the way that had made him easy to like from the very first practice. "Whatever it is, keep doing it. We need you sharp for the final." I didn't have an answer that wouldn't require explaining considerably more than I wanted to right now, so I just nodded and watched the final minutes tick away, my mind already circling back toward everything waiting for us beyond this game, the scoreboard suddenly feeling small against the size of what came next.

the lady Said and they clapped. " Ok letter E " he said . " Well there are ups and downs and in all these things I never thought of failing" he said and they all clapped . " Well we move to another game " he said .. T B C

Suck that loser! "Why don't we continue that game later after you pee. I dare you to do something that will blow my mind. A bucket of ice cold beer with buffalo wings, on me. Well that's if you win." Quinn sounded arrogantly confident as always. It wouldn’t be him without talking mighty about himself. She threw him back the baseball, he's such a bad catcher her window broke. Damn it. "Make that four buckets and I'll forget about my window." ***

He looked at me — pupils blown wide, lips parted and already swollen from biting them during the game, cheeks flushed high with heat. “You were fucking incredible out there,” he breathed, voice rough. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you pinning me down the whole fourth quarter. Every time the pocket collapsed and you broke free—I swear I felt it in my gut.” I crossed the room in two long strides. Gripped his jaw hard enough to make him gasp. Tilted his face up so our eyes locked. “You were thinking about getting fucked while I was calling plays? While I was bleeding for this win?”

“When I play, I don’t play to win. I will play until the end.” His men chuckled, but the sound rang hollow, forced. Even they heard the promise threaded through my words. Harper’s smirk only sharpened. “Big words,” he drawled. “Let’s see if they mean anything.” The game began.

Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her blonde hair around her finger. “Are you excited for the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.”

he announced, voice brimming with satisfaction, “concludes the Game for today! Players, please step forward for final count.” Final count. A guard waved us into a single uneven line. I stumbled into place, my head so numb I barely registered my surroundings. There were far fewer of us now. The Game Master paced slowly in front of the line, hands clasped behind his back like a professor examining students’ homework. “Much better,” he said brightly. “The strong rise, the weak fall, yada yada—natural order, survival of the fittest, insert motivational poster quote here.” He flashed a grin that could have slit a throat.

Of course, I am! " But your actions seem to speak otherwise ... He says pulling the last note of otherwise in a questioning manner while opening his room door one more and holding out an empty piece of paper. " *Chuckling* Well played but this isn't the end of the game." I laughed as I took the paper from him. " Of course, I'm looking forward to savoring your last stand before basking in my victory." " Who knows? Maybe it might be my win." " Enjoy that thought it's all you'll have."

Verzi’s gaze combined with Alexander’s hard one was enough to kill a motherfucker on the spot. “You seem to forget we have been in this game for some time. Longer than you have ever been.” That came from Xander, and I would admit, he stunned me to golden silence. “I guess it's time we see if we still got some good shit inside of us,” Verzi said with a haunting smirk, and I swallowed. I stood there finding some words to respond, but nothing good seemed to brew up in my chest, so I could only nod. “Why don’t you come up to learn some few good moves?” Enzo invited with a knowing smirk, and I knew I'd be damned if I turned that offer down.

“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.