#jack

It was an operation that Dr. Maturin had carried out at sea before, always in the fullest possible light and therefore on deck, and many of them had seen him do so. Now they and all their mates saw him do it again: they saw Joe Plaice's scalp taken off, his skull bared, a disc of bone audibly sawn out, the handle turning solemnly; a three-shilling piece, hammered into a flattened dome by the armourer, screwed on over the hole; and the scalp replaced, neatly sewn up by the parson. It was extremely gratifying - the Captain had been seen to go pale, and Barret Bonden too, the patient's cousin - blood running down Joe's neck regardless - brains clearly to be seen - something not to be missed for a mint of money - instructive, too - and they made the most of it. ↗

— Patrick O'Brian

#aubreyad #barret-bonden #jack-aubrey #joe-plaice #master-and-commander

Bruiser stared in the mirror hanging in his locker and ran a comb through his blond hair, wishing he had dark hair like Harris, or a mean look like Zach, or even a guy-next-door like Derek. Hell no, he looked like a f***ing movie star and he f***ing hated it. –-Backfield in Motion ↗

— Jami Davenport

#football-romance #jami-davenport #romance #seattle-lumberjacks #sports-romance

When you move like a jellyfish rhyth don't mean nothing. You go with the flow, you don't stop. Move like a jellyfish, rhythm means nothing.You go with the flow you don't stop. ↗

— Jack Johnson

#jellyfish #music #music

Music lets you write your own checks. Don't ever forget that. ↗

— Jason Jack Miller

#appalachian-fiction #deal-with-the-devil #jason-jack-miller #murder-ballads-and-whiskey #supernatural

You've got to spread out as far as you can, cut down a whole forest, irrigate a whole desert, just to make sure that you won't accidentally stumble upon a place that's still in its natural state. ↗

— Charles de Lint

#nature

Terminus sniffed. “I guard borders. I don’t kill giants. It’s not in my job description. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#terminus #description

My thoughts are free to roam back to the way she leaned her head on my arm for a split second, as if wishing she could let herself go, let herself lean farther. But she didn't, and I can’t help but respect her for that, even I know her strength is false, propped up by the shaky girders of Old Man Jack. One day soon, those girders will collapse, and her world will crumble, and I know I have to be there when that happens. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#colton #crumble #falling #falling-into-you #free

He looked down at the desk, at his notebook resting there with the pen on top. He had never thought of engineering as a way to escape the world; after all, engineers didn't build stories or other worlds. Or, well, perhaps they did; perhaps, late at night, huddled around the boiler with the driver and the conductor, they told their own stories. Famous robberies in the west, derailments, perhaps even ghost trains or passengers long dead who still prowled the carriages. Either way, Jack had turned his profession into his escape, which Ellis could respect. ↗

— Sam Starbuck

#engineering #jack #writing #respect

Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender's ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman would, whacking campers with the flat of his blade, and generally causing mass panic. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hazel-levesque #heroes-of-olympus #percy-jackson #son-of-neptune #style

It's him," I said. "Typhon." I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #hope