2 Results for : gloating
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Michael and All Angels , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 537min
In the autumn of 1817, the arrival of the Ipswich coach and its occupants – a strange, ill-assorted company – changed the lives of those who lived at the Fleece Inn forever…. Will Oakley, landlord and host, with his two daughters, beautiful Myrtle, and the repellent Harriet, waited to receive his guests. Along with the usual farmers, merchants and the “quality”, there were others who fitted into none of these categories. Like the handsome foreigner with the scarred face, and the fat man who appeared to be gloating over some malicious secret of his own…. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Gordon Griffin. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/isis/001143/bk_isis_001143_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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The Burning Cathedral of Summer: Stories of Darkness and Youth , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 101min
I wish I could say that when Benson and his gang showed up we drew on some previously unknown strength and kicked their Rich Kid asses; that we chased them all the way back to their fancy cars and tucked and rolled seats and kicked in their doors and fenders; although we really would do that later, not to them personally but to guys like them, in those dog days immediately after high school - when Orley had yet to join the army and I’d yet to lose my mother, and LA was just a twinkle in Kevin’s eye.Instead they caught us completely by surprise, knocking the tent over and rolling us up in it - like a giant snowball - after which they proceeded to kick and punch us mercilessly before dragging us out by our feet and gloating over us in the sun: like trolls, I remember thinking. Or Tolkien’s fucking orcs.“Well now, look at this,” said Benson, and paused to hawk up phlegm. “If it isn’t our little faggots - just cozied up like lemmings.” He pursed his lips and spat, causing green slime to splatter my cheek. “Our thievin’ little douche-flutes, just letting their freak flags fly.”“And sitting on the rest of our gas money,” said Mickelson. “I can guarantee it.”“Oh?” Benson raised his brow, as if he hadn’t thought of that. “You’re kind of the leader, Orley. Is that true?”Orley just looked at him, his mouth bleeding, his cheek scuffed and bruised. At last he said, “We used it to pay your mother. She said that’s what triple-penetration costs.”A couple of them laughed - Mickelson and Spelvin, I think - and Benson shot them a look. At length he said, “Funny - as always.” He paused, cocking his head. “You look thirsty. Buckey. Give me your cup.”He held out his hand without looking, and Buckey placed in it a large container, one of those 32-ounce super tankards you get at Zip Trip or 7-11, minus its lid. “The stink bugs are terrible this year, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Buckey here left this out in the sun too long.” He smelled t ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Milt Bighley. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/175145/bk_acx0_175145_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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