“If there was ever a time to boil up some grits it is now.”
“He’d never called her. Wanted to. A hundred times. But every time he thought about it, his mind boiled up with every reason not to do it, every doubt he’d ever had about himself.”
“Imagine jumping into a pit of boiling acid. Now multiply that pain times fifty." -Percy”
“If the world is your oyster, why are some people so full of grit?”
“I felt something fall away inside. Some floor, and from beneath it boiled up something dark, black and bitter, craving vengeance.”
“Frowning, she looked up. "You can't want to ravish me every time we meet."Oh, yes, he could. Demon gritted his teeth...”