Whisky Hernandez Quotes

“I’d say he’s about 5’12,” Sebastian said.
“That’s 6’,” Whisky said.
“Yeah, same thing.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Claudette looked to the ground like an embarrassed sheep who had been informed that it was frequently used as a description for timidity.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“outside the watchmaker shop. It was sandwiched between a deli and a bakery and only time would tell if a condiment store would strap on in its place.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“He too was running off, but it was in the direction of the barn, and he was making a case for not being a jockey but a racing equine himself.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“The pair of them were both sans socks so beneath their footwear they were matching and going toe-to-toe.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Slotting his umbrella into the aptly named umbrella stand, his soothing heroic baritone voice sounded like cashmere as he spoke fitting snugly into the rescued ears of all his listeners.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“He had flowing coarse parted fiery crimson hair and with coals for eyes his entire smooth ruddy face seemed to be holding back a furnace that ignited the rest of his head; he utilized his umbrella as a poker to close the door and walked into the hearth of the house - the kitchen table.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Herve held a sigh and let out a breath of relief.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“He somehow managed to convey an eagerness to please yet was skeptical as to whether he should; it was a self-betrayal countenance.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“which when compounded with the straw he was using to take intermittent sips with from his drink, conjured up an image of him as a real-life toy heat engine drinking bird that appears in science classes.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“He scrambled up the ladder and was back down in a time that would have impressed a cat being bathed in a tub of water on a hot tin roof.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“The room made her feel like an experiment had gone wrong where error had overtaken trial which didn’t even bother anymore because there was no room for an additional hypothesis, plus or minus one clinical test.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Marcel gave an even bigger and more frightening smile that quite possibly lowered the temperature of the room.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“But her words may have physically reached Todd’s ears, but psychologically they could not stick the landing and fairly soon the local police tore after the suspected criminal in a pointed arrow manner, the latter of whom performed all sorts of leaps and spins to escape arrest, but it was no use, being bowled over and struck down by the pursuers, and he wound up in a gutter and his clumsy gymnastics came to a halt in a 0-10 split.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“She could see a police car zooming into the parking lot and she ushered with her hands like a bullfighter on a runway that had lost his cape, but needed to get out of Spain to atone for his sins”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Her mane was red-herring tinted, but that would be misleading as it was mostly brunette.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“He’s short, but his cheekbones are so high he can barely reach them.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Had he worn a sweater tied around his neck he could have served as the undeniable unintentional intimidating model poster boy for all the ever disappearing middle-class parents who saw the brochure for any ivy league school and were dreading money they had to shell out.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“There was an excitability about him that seemed it could dissipate at any moment as though he were Christmas in July but rather than sporting holiday cheer and sparkling fireworks, he offered the showing of amateur eggnog hangover and explanations about the lack of permits to the fire department.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“was in everyday attire with sand-colored jeans and a denim-blue buttoned-down shirt with his lean muscles defined underneath and exposed with his rolled-up sleeves. His tannish skin was peppered with freckles and he was bestowed with a natural rouge on his face; matched with his dry wavy dirty blonde hair he looked like a scarecrow that had given up the farm in favor of greener racing pastures.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“her hips were having an argument with the upper half of her body as to who was to get more eye contact”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Her cheekbones were sky high that any pilot would want to become acquainted with, and her cheery smile, paired with her almost auburn hair and enveloping emerald eyes made you want to fly home for the holidays, wizard or no wizard.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez