Novel & Cerita Percy Lavon Julian Quotes

I said, my hands steady on the wheel. "I’m thinking about the last time I was here," Julian replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "It was my father's birthday. Leo and Marcus stood right there on Pier 47 and promised him they would keep the family legacy alive. They were toasted with champagne. Tonight, I’m going to toast them in gasoline."

Who would have thought that just minutes ago, I vowed that this would never happen again? I even went as far as slapping Julian and giving him the "eww" expression when he indirectly implied that it would. Suddenly, the thought of Tania Beecroft seems to be thrown right out the window. Instead, I’m thinking of Julian's words to me moments ago. He said, “I am perfect for him.” And I felt those words on a visceral level. "Well, there is another red somewhere else, but you will need some luck finding it," I whisper, my mouth against his ear.

until a chasm seemed to yawn monstrous and bottomless-black in its unrecognizable face . Lawrie cried out and staggered, clapping his hands viciously over his eyes. “Go home,” said Julian from where he stood, “and think about those hundreds of men rutting your wife over the years. That sow of a wife—every man’s leavings.” His smile was dissolving, becoming sad almost. “Go home and die now, Jack.”

Julian commented, “I’m surprised you still feel you know the old man at all.” “I am just full of surprises.” Marcus must have caught himself wanting something from Julian , because the light in his own eyes went out, too. “And you can leave any time, Jules.” “I think not,” Julian replied. “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.” He let those words hang in the air. “Or is it? Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.” My eyes darted toward Marcus, who stood eerily, absolutely still. “He left you the same message,” Marcus said finally, pushing off the doorway and pacing the room. “The same clue.”

Why would they want to remake something so sinister now? "Are you sure you're not going to regret this? There's no turning back now. As for me, I don't really care. After all, I'm just an orphan," Julian said teasingly. "If your parents saw you using this kind of substance from the heavens, they would probably be furious enough to come back to life." Nathaniel cast a cold glance at Julian. "Less talk, and more action. If I hear such words from you again..."

I mused, delighted by the idea that I could hold his life within my hands. "Luciana, you forget, you do not have even the slightest idea as to what you are capable of. This new found power you possess, for all you knew, your biggest downfall could be cake." That was Julian's way of trying to lighten a situation. I didn't care much for it. "All I know is that I was put here for a reason. And I will ensure I fulfil that purpose." ***

“And it might’ve worked… if you weren’t there.” “I’ll always be there.” The air still smelled of smoke and engine oil. Sirens began to echo in the far distance, someone had finally called the police. Julian appeared seconds later, blood splattered on his sleeve, one eyebrow raised. “We got one. He’s not talking. Already chewed something, probably cyanide. But he didn’t die fast enough. He did say one thing before passing out.” Asher stood up straighter. “What?” Julian’s gaze flicked to Luca, then back. “He said, ‘The lion needs to remember who raised the jungle.’”

“But do you know what he said to me?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “What did my dad say?” Julian sneered, his face twisted with anger. “He told me not to get any foolish ideas.” His voice became sharp. “He said whether it was his doctoral position… or you… He told me to get rid of those dirty thoughts in my head.”

"Vivian... kill me... please..." I crouched down, keeping a cage's distance between us. My eyes were frigid. I didn't have a single drop of pity for him. "Julian, remember what you told me?" My voice was absolute zero. "You said Victor loved torturing arrogant artists like me. You said you were going to make me bow down in bed." Julian shook his head furiously, tears spilling out. "I was wrong... I know I was wrong... Vivian... for what we used to..."

Just carefully governed. I sipped the tea. Warm. Strong. Slightly over-brewed in the way Colette favored when she thought a person had earned the truth in leaf form. “Julien?” I asked. “Still alive.” “A miracle.” “He says if one more person uses the phrase 'reputational pathway' in his hearing, he’ll burn the language and plead temporary madness.” “That sounds healthy.” “For a lawyer? Exceptionally.” I nodded and looked back at the fire. For a moment neither of us spoke.