M.A. George Quotes & Sayings

So you had to piss me off badly enough activate some primal instinct?" I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth. "I think all you managed to 'draw out' was fuming rage. I could rip your head off right now."

"Save that for later," he waved his hand dismissively. "You have work to do right now. — M.A. George

I decided that a movie marathon was clearly in order. I tried to narrow down the options. Anything romantic was definitely out, as was anything involving space travel, kings, or handsome princes. Preferably there should be no good-looking men whatsoever, lest they remind me of Aeron. Sadly, that eliminated practically everything. — M.A. George

My instincts told me that death would somehow be ... different. But my rational mind reminded me that I had probably tempted fate one too many times. At least, I thought it was my rational mind. It sure seemed like the usual voice inside my head. Thank God there was only one of them. — M.A. George

A teasing smirk flitted across his face, as he completed his thought, "I'll try not to take it too hard if I fail miserably, because you can be the world's greatest skeptic ... "
"Nah ... " I coughed out a little chuckle, "not when you're involved. I'm your number one fan ... You couldn't shake me if you tried." I gave him a playful wink, adding musingly, "Though I might stop short of hanging out in the bushes with binoculars ... "
"Well, then," he grinned, "clearly you're not my number one fan. — M.A. George

Wow ... At least I can rest assured that you definitely can't read my mind," I remarked. "Clearly you know nothing about me ... because the surest way to keep me from doing something is to tell me I have no other choice. — M.A. George

I can finish that off and get you something better," he offered.
"You'd eat my leftovers? ... " I felt like such a prima donna. "You're a king."
"I'm a ... hungry ... king," he shrugged, as he unassumingly glanced to the side. "I'm not picky. — M.A. George

Safeguard your weaknesses, for your enemy will always use them against you. But more importantly ... " He raised a single bony finger, waving it rhythmically to the cadence of his words. "Safeguard your true strengths. If he knows not what you are capable of, he will always underestimate you." He fixed his unflinching eyes on mine. "And you are not to be underestimated. — M.A. George

Ugh, I think I just called Tristan 'delicious.' Here's hoping I didn't actually say that out loud. -Layla — M.A. George

Fair enough ... No inhaling battery acid," I smirk. "We can't breathe battery
acid, can we? — M.A. George

You're injured." He flicks his chin at my bleeding leg.
"We need to get that cleaned up."
"It'll be fine," I wave it off. "My mom will descend upon me with a bottle of
peroxide the second I hit the door. — M.A. George

But you know as well as I do that anger won't solve anything."
"I beg to differ," he shrugged. "Anger can be quite rewarding ... at least for those of us who have the option of blasting our enemies to oblivion. — M.A. George

Don't be so concerned," he whispered. "We will get through this, I promise."
"What makes you so certain?" I couldn't help my skepticism.
"We have no other choice," he replied matter-of-factly.
"Is that really all you can come up with?" I scowled. "Couldn't you just lie and tell me you have some kind of secret badass weapon that is going to make this a piece of cake? — M.A. George

We broke into laughter - the kind that's your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl. — M.A. George

I've become remarkably good at blocking impossibly bizarre happenings from my consciousness. Denial can be a beautiful thing. — M.A. George

It's a sad state of affairs when I'm the one bringing sanity to the equation — M.A. George

Think of mental energy as broadcasting on a certain wavelength," he tried to explain. "People with powers of the mind can tap into that wavelength ... "
"That's all fine and good," I nodded, "but evidently my transmitter is broken. Or much more likely ... I never had one in the first place."
"Ah, yes," he nodded unenthusiastically, "and your nose is mounted upside-down."
"Excuse me?" My forehead creased.
"I do wish you would quit contradicting me," he let out a tired sigh. "It's insulting ... and highly annoying. — M.A. George

You can be intensely aggravating ... " His expression struck me as closer to boredom than aggravation. "And somehow I suspect this isn't the first time you've been told that."
"Nope," I smiled mischievously. "Nor the last ... — M.A. George

I missed her smile ... the way she would roll her eyes when she thought I was being ridiculous ... the quiet way she almost tiptoed when she walked that gave her away as a ballerina ... the fact that she could probably give me a fairly decent ass-kicking if she set her mind to it. I missed it all.
I missed her. — M.A. George

Suddenly, I saw ocean again - then another horizon line - but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line ... the Holy crap, we're upside down side. — M.A. George

You scared the crap out of me," I shove his bare chest with a growl. "Was
that you at the front door?"
"Ya think?" He fires back with a raise of his eyebrows, taking hold of my arm
again, as he practically drags me back
toward the front entry.
"Did it occur to you to say something?" I shoot back with a scowl. "I thought
you were some kind of psychopath."
My frown deepens, as I consider whether he might in fact be a psychopath. — M.A. George

I didn't intend it to come out sarcastically, but I guess that's just where my tone of voice automatically goes these days. — M.A. George

You didn't just accidentally win my favor," I dispute, slowly shaking my
forehead against his.
"You earned it. Now, if I can just save your life twenty or thirty more times ... We might actually be able to call it even. — M.A. George

As one of the little streams starts snaking my way, inching closer to the toe of my shoe, I hop over the spreading puddle and out of its reach. I don't look back to see if it's going to follow me. I'm already three blocks away and still gaining speed — M.A. George

I don't know why I'm nervous.
Nor do I understand why I come across as such an ice queen when I'm nervous. I should probably be locked up for murder; because I've been known to kill a conversation stone dead. -Layla — M.A. George

So ... make room on the crazy train for one more. When's our departure? — M.A. George

You get a kick out of shocking the pants off me, don't you?" I shook my head with a smirk.

He just shrugged with a playful smile, his eyes momentarily flitting toward my pants before returning to meet my gaze.

"It's an expression," I rolled my eyes. "Don't tell me you aren't familiar with it, Mr. Smarty Pants."

"You have quite a repertoire of 'pants' references, don't you? — M.A. George

And you're okay with this? ... " I studied his calm expression, my own features anything but calm.
"Noooo ... " Aeron drew the word out lazily with a slow, deliberate shake of his head. His face remained strangely composed.
"Then can I please have some of whatever sedative you took ... because this," I waved my hand, motioning from his head to his feet, "is way too cool under pressure. — M.A. George

Well, of course ... " A wicked smile lights his eyes. "He has Hellfire and whatnot at his disposal. — M.A. George

With an ashamed sigh, I confessed, "You have seen nothing but the worst of me since then, Aeron. I've been a bitter, defiant, irrational shrew ... and now I'm selfishly dragging you into a hopeless situation against your better judgment. What would possibly entice you to make good on a marriage proposal under such circumstances?"
"You would ... " his voice was gentle, as his troubled eyes searched mine. "If what I've seen is the worst of you ... then it will be a miracle if I ever find a way to deserve you. — M.A. George

Seriously, Palta ... " He was honestly puzzled, "I haven't got a clue what you're talking about. What about your ears is supposed to be so bizarre?"
"Um ... You'd have to be blind to miss them," I replied sarcastically. "If you're not, you will be when you poke your eye out on one of them. — M.A. George

If by 'foe' you mean a brutal killer, then I suppose I'd fall into the 'friend' category," I replied cynically. "Although in your case, we may have to find a secret option number three. — M.A. George

I wish I could say I'm low maintenance, but I like some of the finer things in life ... like a toothbrush. — M.A. George

My only regret," he gently tugged me back toward him, "would be leaving this world before naming you as my wife. If I die tomorrow, at least I'll have that to my credit." Wrapping his arms around my waist, he vowed, "You don't have to be queen ... but you will not fall into obscurity on a foreign world. You will bear the Omuran name, and I have to believe that will protect you." He brought his forehead to rest against mine, adding sorrowfully, "I have to believe that our family line wasn't meant to end with this. — M.A. George

Me? ... Stupid?" I fluttered my eyes innocently. "When have I ever done anything stupid?"
"Don't get me wrong, you're the smartest person I know ... " She fought back a smile. "But you have done some of the dumbest things I ever thought possible."
"So you have a point ... " I shrugged. "Still not stopping me. — M.A. George

I paused for a moment, debating whether to turn and look what was happening. My senses told me Obo's presence was still at my side, and turning my face into the barrel of a gun seemed like an ill-advised way to cap off this day of monumentally stupid decisions. — M.A. George

Men ... " I huffed. "No guts, no glory ... Do you guys stop to consider the insanity of all of it, or do you just charge ahead without a second thought?"
"This from the woman who would surrender her own life without a moment's consideration?"
He had me there. — M.A. George

For someone so intuitive," he said, shaking his head, "sometimes you only see what you expect to see. — M.A. George

Silence upon silence, with a heaping pile of extra silence. — M.A. George

The cleanest civilization I've ever seen ... and the number one thing you pack for a wedding is a jar of dirt? — M.A. George

I tried not to think of all the horror movies featuring this exact scenario, soon to be followed by an abundance of gratuitous blood and gore. — M.A. George

I can only imagine what goes on in that head of yours ... " he teased. "I assure you I haven't taken up black magic, ritualistic sacrifice, or - "
"Plushophilia?" I tagged on.
"Excuse me? ... " came his half-confused, half-intrigued reaction.
"An obsession with stuffed animals," I clarified. "I mean, you are a young one ... "
"Where did you come up with that?" He kept his hands firmly covering my eyes, but I could hear the amused smile in his voice. "Is that even a real word?"
"I'm a doctor, I know these things," I shrugged. — M.A. George