Hash Slinging Slasher Quotes Novels & Stories

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

“I may not know about your plans or intentions. I may not care what you do to me, break my bones, break my mind, break my spirit. Destroy my belongings… But if you lay a single finger on my family and my people… I will not rest until I have all your heads under my boot. And for the death of Hashi, his blood is solely on your hands. I will repay, a life for a life. I will hunt all of you to the ends of the earth, Anato Strider will be the first to fall under my sword, that is not a threat, it is a promise!”

"I... I... I have nothing to do with that!" "Liar!" I roared, shaking the window on the wall. "I'll give you one last chance to tell me everything you know before I slit that perfect, slender throat of yours...." ****

With a shared grin, we fire. The final pop is like music. “Take that, you slippery little fuckers!” Caleb shakes his head, tucking his sling away. “I take it you’re all right? No injuries?”

“You’re going to be sharing my boot when it’s up your ass if you don’t wash those filthy dishes marinating in the sink.” “Go sit in the dark and think about herrings,” Slater quipped, alluding to Max’s Finnish ancestral roots. “I’ll beat your ass with a herring if I don’t see a clean kitchen.” Sighing dramatically, Slater moved towards the sink. “Another fine day, ruined by responsibility.”

Wilcox had wondered. Slater had growled and punched the dashboard. "Stupid retard cunt! Kicked me in the balls so hard, I still can't breathe right." "What are we going to do?" Squinting through her good eye, Jenny had seen Slater turn to look at her. "We'll have to kill her." "We?! What the hell are you talking about? I didn't touch her," Wilcox had squeaked. "What happens if we take her to San Francisco? Hauer calls Sorkin to complain about the merchandise. And Sorkin kills us."

Sashal repeated the sentence as if bewitched while looking out the window. The raindrops that hit the window of her room began to slow down. But that didn't make the image of the silver-haired man fade away from her mind. “Argh! It's driving me nuts." -“What is? Really…”- Sashal stroked her belly as she said. "You must be surprised cause mommy is so random, baby." -“Hey! I am the surprised one, I am!”- After stroking her belly, Sashal hugged her body while muttering something. She's like unlocking a new form of fear. And that made Shan even more furious out of her curiosity.

she shouted angrily, looking like the embodiment of the titular phrase 'madder than a wet hen'. He took a deep drink from what remained in the huge vessel and tucked it away on his belt, "Huh. There's a slayer's gratitude for ya. I save you from being a spider's dinner and then give you a bath to wash off that nastiness and you insult me?"

His hands snapped out, grabbing fistfuls of our hair and yanking our faces within inches of his. “Are you listening?” he whispered, his voice deadly calm. It was a threat. The weak-ass slasher shot me a smug look. I returned it with a promise of violence. We both backed off and dropped onto the stone slab, still glaring as Sir warped back to his seat with a faint poof.

Bash stood up and offered Quin a hand. Quin slapped it away and got to his feet. He loomed a few inches taller than Bash. “You’re missing the point! Salvador is dead! You need to be more careful! Don’t go to a nightclub when you’re distracted by some female. You let down your guard, and that’s when they’ll strike.” “I’m not a child, Quin! I can take care of a couple hunters.”