sass

The jury__ still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

I don__ want to be a free nigger; I want to be a free man.___on__ we all. Look. Be what you want--- white or black. Choose. But if you choose black, you got to act black, meaning draw your manhood up__uicklike, and don__ bring me no whiteboy sass._ Hunter__ Hunter and Godlen Gray

He continued to attack the gate. His arm started to ache. The hammer was designed for neither brute nor force. "Are you all right up there?" asked Eleanor. "Want me to go see if I can find a small child to give you a lift?" "Maybe if we swapped positions and you condescended at the gate, we'd get through faster?

I am Mae Waylander from Halts-Walden, daughter of Robert Wallander, a good man who lost his life saving hers.' I point to Ellen. 'And I am the girl who has saved your brother's life on numerous occasions in the Waerg Woods - who fought off a wood nymph, a psychotic pre-adolescent prophet, and a determined flock of killer birds - only to have your father shoot an arrow in my side because I wouldn't let him kill my stag.

Boy, did she love those idiots.

I follow my own methods, and tell as much or as little as I choose. That is the advantage of being unofficial.

I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day!

Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.

What are you doing?__elaena lifted another piece of paper. __f His Pirateness can__ be bothered to clean for us, then I don__ see why I can__ have a look.___e__l be here any second,_ Sam hissed. She picked up a flattened map, examining the dots and markings along the coastline of their continent. Something small and round gleamed beneath the map, and she slipped it into her pocket before Sam could notice.__h, hush,_ she said, opening the hutch on the wall adjacent to the desk. __ith these creaky floors, we__l hear him a mile off._ The hutch was crammed with rolled scrolls, quills, the odd coin, and some very old, very expensive-looking brandy. She pulled out a bottle, swirling the amber liquid in the sunlight streaming through the tiny porthole window. __are for a drink?

Valkyrie smiled patiently. "I like how you do your make-up. Do you use a brush, or just dip your head in the bucket?

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.

Wow," she said. "It's like you're teaching me something and being all wise.""You are not easy to get along with," Skulduggery said.

Thad: __ut this is a boy, and you need to think of your reputation if you__e spending time alone with him___ri: __earning how to put a man's eye out or take him down at the knees. Very romantic stuff, Thad. Very romantic. Oh, and we also hid a body together, so we're practically engaged.

Where did you live before you came here?" I asked. "The moon," he said smoothly. "We left because the place had no atmosphere.

If by fawning, you mean he__ a deer, I have a gun, and it__ hunting season, then I guess you__e right.

Jev was certain the words __hould__e known better_ would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.

Assassins: they got sass and live on sin.

...I was shocked and astonished when a daring little girl -- a cousin I think -- having waited under a group of trees in the avenue, where she knew [my grandfather] would pass near four o'clock on the way to his dinner, said to him, 'If I were you and you were a little girl, I would give you a doll.