Ender's Game Quotes And Page Numbers Novels & Stories

Stop staring at me Landon, focus on the game" BACK TO PRESENT Mr Nat has the upper hand, I was loosing to him. The man's good. He had a smile on his face, as he played. I dropped the ace-king combination, his face was neutral. "In buisness, you have to know your enemies weakness" "In buisness, you have to know your enemies instinct, if you're able to know and figured out their next move, you win" I dropped another card. He nod his head. "You're very strong and determined" he shakes his head in approval. He pulled up his card..

Gunner laughed and shook my shoulder, “See, you get it?” he laughed and pointed at the huge TV screen. “I get it” I chuckled, “Though, I feel like I should be weirded out that you were using quotes from a kids movie while I was sitting on your face?” I teased and elbowed his hip. Gunner purred and leaned down to press his lips to my ear, “Well, you know we can replay the scene, the one where you ride my face to infinity and beyond” he said softly with a seductive undertone.

He returned to his food. Camille was reading something on her phone. She looked up. "Did you see the quote from Kowalski in the sidebar?" I had not seen the sidebar. I pulled out my phone. The sidebar was a short feature on three team members who weren't the subject of the main profile brief quotes, casual shots. Kowalski's quote read: I think this is our year. I feel it. I've felt it since August. Also I found a lucky penny in the parking lot in September and I've been carrying it since and we haven't lost a home game.

"I imagine her sucking on my—" "Gentlemen," I interrupted, stepping around the corner of the lockers. The two of them jumped, nearly dropping their gloves. "Talking about a lady who doesn't give a crap about you isn't exactly the best way to spend your time right now. We have a game to win. Focus." "Sorry," Eugene muttered, looking at the floor. "You’re right. My bad, Cap," Brent added, quickly turning back to his gear. I walked back to my spot, feeling a strange heat behind my eyes.

“In the cradle, practicing that brow wrinkle?” “In the nursery,” he said, with a smile you could shave with. “Andros was practicing his charm. I practiced my math.” “Who won the game?” “Uh-huh. Hard to tell. Definitely not the house,” he said. We looked at the page together. The script was my mother’s at first, then it got angrier, then it got tired. The last line still gleamed like a small, sharp thing: Never trust the relative with suede driving gloves.

•••QUINN••• My eyes narrowed across the room then back at Erwin, the crazy look on his eyes was still the same, the smirk on his way stretched mischievously he let's out a chuckle and his green eyes clicked in a spark it was all too noglastic. "You're still weak Dory..." he let's go of my grasp backing away from me, i looked down at the floor and laughed menacely thinking of how stupid i used to be, i pulled my gun up pointing at his direction.

“That was nice. I hope you keep scoring so I can do it again.” “Smartass,” I tell him. “Congratulations, number nine.” I did it. Several players offer praise. I look down the sideline at Aiden. He gives a quick smile and a thumbs up. Kelson takes over as QB and Seattle scores again in the second quarter but we don’t.

Before I asked, he began complaining about the last game and Marcus's loss. "Derek should not have been the one to take the praise. We won because of Marcus," he huffed and puffed, his breathing ragged as he complained even more. I wrote down notes, gave little response, and only after I was certain he had caught a break did I speak. "Mr. Anderson..." "Anderson, I am no older than Marcus," he quickly snapped, and I nodded. His face carried angry veins, and his voice carried irritation. I smiled and nodded.

The sight was like morphine to his pain, and he soldiered on. As the quarter ended, the score still stood at 1-0, Eagles. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout!” Coach Collins bellowed in his deep voice as they all gathered in a huddle. “James, Ricky, take a break and grab some air. Oliver, Mike, you’re in. Let’s keep it up. Play tough! Play hard! Who are we?” The team brought their hands together and shouted, “Eagles!” as the crowd shouted along with them.

His clipboard was filled with annotations, potential adjustments, scribbles of inspiration that might just turn the tide in their favor against the Cattlemen. As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the field, the practice wound down. The players, drenched in sweat and exhaustion, gathered for Jeremy's closing remarks. He spoke of unity, of resilience, and the importance of adapting to change. "We're more than a team," he said, locking eyes with each player in turn. "We're a family, and it's time we show the world what we're made of."