“Dig in the pope's pocket for the bullet, the brown glass vial with the magic top. Snort. Taste chemicals running down the back of your throat. Snort again.”

“Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs - little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory.”

“I feel like someone’s going to see my hot pocket if the wind blows this thing up a bit.”I snorted. “Gram!”

“Kiss me again without my permission, " she whispered against his lips, "and I'll geld you and sell your balls to a Ruthanian specialty meats shop. Understood?""You won't do that," he whispered back. "You'd miss them too much."Sin snorted and made the blade disappear into her pocket as she stepped back. "Men are always overestimating the worth of their genitals."~Sin to Con”

“I can’t believe you would run this errand for your sister.”Fang snorted. “Yeah well, remember, the term bitch was invented for our females.”

“She doesn’t usually back down that easily.”“Maybe she’s got class.”Eve snorted. “Trust me,” she said. “That girl’s got no class at all.”