How did you get in here?' (...) 'How I got here isn't important, because I could do it twenty times again, each time a different way.

Dynamite is loyal to the one who lights the fuse.

The important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them.

Far be it from me to slow down two badass supermodels on a mission, but we have a problem,' a male voice said wryly.I could see Christian out of the corner of my eye as we turned, his stance and movements almost synchronized to my own. We shared a look, our expressions almost identically similar, wit arched brows and half-smiles.'What's the problem?' I called out, scanning the faces to see who had spoken.'You're a badass supermodel,' Christian muttered under his breath at the same time, taking the mature approach, as usual.

But Dobby shouted, 'You shall not harm Harry Potter! ... He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. 'You shall go now,' he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. 'You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now.

When I try to achieve greatness, it spits on me the night before.

I do not take orders from women.”“My men do not have a similar problem.” Lada lifted a hand. The man fell, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest.

Your wit never ceases to underwhelm me.

You have two choices, sweetheart. Answer my questions, or get a monster new facial piercing.

First blood is mine.Last blood counts for more.--Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do'Urden.