#hunt

My favorite thing to do is still to go back to Peoria, go to my cabin and hunt with the boys. This is a great lifestyle, don't get me wrong. But fun for me is going back with my buddies I grew up with. ↗

— Jim Thome

#buddies #cabin #favorite #fun #get

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. ↗

— Mary Austin

#came #camp #dry #dusk #end

The buying of time or space is not the taking out of a hunting license on someone else's private preserve but is the renting of a stage on which we may perform. ↗

— Howard Luck Gossage

#else #hunting #license #may #out

Problem solving is hunting. It is savage pleasure and we are born to it. ↗

— Thomas Harris

#hunting #pleasure #problem #problem solving #savage

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#fiction #hunter #supernatural #urban-fantasy #vampire

I’m talking head over heels, down on my knees, from the bottom of my heart, IN love, with you, Vere. That kiss blew me away. I know you felt something too—something more for me. Don’t you? ↗

— Anne Eliot

#love

When she awakened, Hunter was watching her with eyes like dark velvet. "You're the last woman I'll ever make love to," he said, stroking her breast, toying with the rosy peak. She stroked his sun-streaked hair and the hard nape of his neck, loving the feel of him against her. "Good," she whispered. "Keep me with you, Lara. I don't want to leave you. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lara #lisa-kleypas #stranger-in-my-arms #love

I have so much love inside me, Jason. So much. And I have never been allowed to shower it on anyone--no one wanted it. Let me stretch the wings of my heart with you. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#guild-hunter #guild-hunter- #love

Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat-crawfield #catherine-crawfield #funny #halfway-to-the-grave #humor

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#charles-cornick #humor #hunting-ground #public-speaking #humor