Torin Quotes & Sayings

Nice chatting with you, Torin. I'd say don't ever speak to me again but that would be pointless because you're always around, stalking me, waiting to play the hero. Whatever game you're playing, it's not working. I already have a hero and he's... he's mortal and amazing. When we kiss, I don't think, I feel. — Ednah Walters

The last time he'd had a ride this rough, there was a set of twins involved. "You okay?" Torin's voice in his military surplus PCU sounded distant. Flat. "Rough ride," he growled without relaxing his jaw. "You're thinking about the twins, aren't you?" "Might be." That had sounded more like Torin. — Tanya Huff

Kai froze when his eyes landed on the desk and he started to laugh. On the corner of the desk sat a small, grime-filled cyborg foot. "You're kidding," he said, picking it up. "I thought it was becoming a token of good luck," said Torin. "Although in hindsight, I can't imagine what led me to think that." Smiling — Marissa Meyer

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall? — Rachel Hawkins

His voice was low, and I think he would've been hot if he weren't radiating that air of I Am Super Evil
No, Really
And Not In The Sexy Way. — Rachel Hawkins

Kai scowled. Torin was right, of course. He didn't know anything about Cinder, no matter how much he felt that he did. But he was the emperor. He had resources.
He may not know much about Cinder, but if she could find out about the lost Lunar princess, then he could find out more about her.
And he knew just where to start looking. — Marissa Meyer

Kissing looked ... nice.
"We could try that, next time I visit your dreams." Torin suddenly said, and my SpaghettiO's sloshed over the side of the bowl.
"What?"
Torin nodded toward the television. "Kissing. You've never done it, I'm quite good at it ... seems like we should at least make an attempt."
Glaring at him, I scrubbed at the spot on my T-shirt.
"I don't want to kiss you. — Rachel Hawkins

Oh, so now it's you with the gift of prophecy, is it? I know what I've seen. You are my key and my salvation. — Rachel Hawkins

Perhaps we should explore some other options before swanning off to Ireland," Dad said, pushing his glasses up. "After all, Sophie, you've been through quite the ordeal."
"I'll nap on the plane. Look, we are dealing with the possibility of an army of demons. I don't know about you guys, but those words are right up there with 'root canal' and 'school on Saturdays' in terms of things that terrify me. Were already three weeks behind. We don't have time to just sit here and explore options or read more books or listen to more half-assed prophecies from this jerk," I said, pointing to Torin. He made a gesture that I think was the old-timey version of flipping me off.
"So, yeah," I continued. "Maybe this is a totally stupid idea. But if there's even a chance one of us can get into the underworld, then we have to take it."
"Okay, I do like you," Finley said, flashing me a grin. — Rachel Hawkins

The boy is right," Torin said, even though he and Cal were probably close to the same age (well, plus or minus five hundred years, I guess). "And the sooner, the better. We're in stasis now, but something is coming. I sense a-"
"Great disturbance in the Force?" I interrupted before I could stop myself.
Torin frowned. "I suspect you're mocking me, but I don't understand the reference. — Rachel Hawkins

You expecting a collapse, Gunny?" "The technical sergeant is repairing alien technology with a piece of torn uniform - I'm expected the Goddamned tunnel to blow up." "Ressk's helping." Mike's voice sounded muffled. "And that makes all the difference," Torin snorted. — Tanya Huff

With Torin stretched over her, his weight pinning her down, his heat and scent surrounding her, she was utterly consumed with pleasure. It saturated her bones, submerged her mind, tickled her every cell. She was alive with decadent sensation. — Gena Showalter

I'm repairing alien tech with a sleeve, Gunny." Torin glanced down at her cuff. "So, ten? Fifteen?" "Fifteen. — Tanya Huff

Well ... there might be a slight problem with the she-devil in your room," she admitted.
What! Demon red shimmered before his eye. "Did you harm her?"
"What? Sweet lil me? She shook her head, all innocence. "But I may or may not have done some research and come across a bit of info that said hacking off all the her hair would severely weaken her. Then I may or may not have snuck in your bedroom with a pair of scissors and taken these." She lifted her arms and clutched in both her hands were thick hanks of golden hair. "By the way, I may or may not know for a fact that the rumors are definitely not true."
Going. To. Kill. Her.
"The Red Queen may or may not have woken up mid style job," Anya continued blithely, "and may or may not have taken the scissors away from me and given me a new style of my own. — Gena Showalter

I, uh, saw Archer last night," I said, like I'd just bumped into him at Starbucks. "He used this communicating stone thingie to ... drop by, and, um, say hello."
"And you just now decided to mention this?" Dad asked.
"When I got here, you guys were already yelling at Torin," I fired back. "I didn't exactly have a chance to get a word in. Besides, Archer didn't know anything, really. Or at least nothing more than we do. I didn't think it was a big deal. He was only here for like, five minutes."
"In your room?" Mom asked, eyebrows up.
"He was non-corporeal!" I cried. "And all ... ghostly. Everything was totally G-rated, swear."
"One of L-Occhio di Dio is your boyfriend?" Finley asked incredulously. — Rachel Hawkins

She says the design's damned near idiot proof." The stern rose and fell. "Did something just go poink?" Torin asked. "Because, generally, that's not a good sound. — Tanya Huff

You're not crazy. In fact, you're perfect. Everything about you couldnt be more so if I made a list of all the qualities I wanted in a partner and special ordered you. — Bonnie Erina Wheeler

I believe it is the mark of a great leader to question the decisions that came before him. — Marissa Meyer

Torin had never been a great believer in luck, preferring to trust in training, preparation, and strong artillery support, but it was impossible to deny the good fortune that had caused them to crash precisely where they had. — Tanya Huff

You know, I can see more than just the future or the past."
"Really?" I asked, paging through through the papers in the file. "Can you also see the present? Because I can do that, too. Like, right now, I sense that I'm in a messy room with a total toolbox. — Rachel Hawkins

You are my sickness, and I want nothing to do with a cure. ~ Torin — Gena Showalter

Kai held up the broken portscreen. "What would Cinder do? How would she fix it?"
A crease formed across Torin's brow. "You want to comm for help?"
"Sort of." He buried a hand in his hair, thinking, thinking. He pictured Cinder at her booth at the market. She would have known what to do. She would have -
He hopped to his feet, his pulse racing, and whapped the corner of the portscreen hard on the top of the altar. Torin jerked back.
Kai looked again and let out an excited whoop. Half the screen had cleared.
He opened a comm.
"How did you do that?" said Torin.
"I don't know," he said, typing in a hasty message, "but you'd be surprised how often that works. — Marissa Meyer

Har, har. You're a borderline fucktard, you know that? Torin to Strider — Gena Showalter

For gods' sake, Strider," Torin snapped. "Open your mouth and form some words. While you're at it, stop staring at the angel like he's a tasty treat. — Gena Showalter

You are here." Torin would have bet her pension that the graffiti scrawled next to it in a script she didn't recognize said, "And your luggage is in Antares," or a variation thereof. — Tanya Huff

He popped his jaw, trying to relax against a new onslaught of aggression. It wasn't as if he were the only one to suffer, he reminded himself. The other warriors had their own demons - literally and figuratively. Torin, of course, was keeper of Disease. Lucien was keeper of Death. Reyes, of Pain. Aeron, of Wrath. Paris, of Promiscuity. Why couldn't he have been given that last one? — Gena Showalter

What's this about?"
"Finally. Interest," was the only response.
"If this is one of your tricks ... " Like the time Torin had ordered hundreds of blow-up dolls and placed them throughout the fortress, all because Paris had foolishly complained about the lack of female companionship in town. The plastic "ladies" had stared our from every corner, their wide eyes and let-me-suck-you mouths taunting everyone who passed them.
Things like that happened when Torin was bored. — Gena Showalter

Torin suspected Darlys was praying and only hoped she wasn't praying to her - for she was a vengeful god, or, at the very least, a god who could use a few hour's more sleep and a large cup of black coffee. — Tanya Huff

You have that expression on your face that speaks of incipient moral dubiousness,' Torin observed, making me glad I'd bought that thesaurus a few years back. — Rachel Hawkins

Even now, standing in the same room with Torin made him feel like a child, gave him a peculiar urge to be unruly. He — Marissa Meyer

I must say, the queen does have a flair for the dramatic." Torin cast a sly grin toward Kai. "So, it seems, does her niece."

He smothered a twitch of pride. Cinder did have a knack for making an entrance. — Marissa Meyer

You guys only knew him for a week." "No." Torin waited until Ryder had hold of both handles, then she stepped away. "We knew him his whole life. — Tanya Huff

That's it. Be yourself. Be Isolde Brannick, and they will have no choice but to adore you, He reached out and took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. I was too stunned to do anything but sit there, my hand limp in his. — Rachel Hawkins

Yes!" Torin threw an arm over Reese's shoulder. "Smell that in the air? A grand adventure awaits. — Desiree Williams