Quotes from Kresley Cole

In 'Dark Skye,' I rewrote every one of the Pandemonia scenes over and over before I was happy with them - hundreds of pages are now sitting in a folder called 'Cuttings,' never to be read. Ouch!

If I could sum up 'Shadow's Claim' in six words: cage fights with hot alpha males. Seriously, though, while the fights are the backdrop for Trehan and Bettina's love story, the main emphasis is on how Trehan - a pitiless master assassin - wages the ultimate battle to win her heart.

One of my favorite things to do is formulate powers for a character, then come up with their corresponding weaknesses and liabilities. And I delight in world-building: melding the supernatural with the natural, then tweaking and polishing until it feels organic.

Look, it's not you. It's me , and my inability to dig dirty dudes.

Please put your penises away, gentlemen. Dinner is procured. By a woman.

I'm not interested in a life that doesn't have you in it.

This is what it's all been about with you, he said in an even tone. All the fear, all the running. The nightmares. When she nodded, he said, You called him the devil. He is. What are you thinking, Scot? But you... married him? MacRieve's disgusted with me. Basically? Yes. Ceremony and everything? She swallowed. He tricked me into it. I-I was only sixteen. A muscle ticked in his cheek and his irises grew pale. Then know this... She stopped breathing. Lass, I'm about to make you a widow--

Hey Lucia, Pay up, suckah, Emma got dental with some dude.

Mari began to suspect that this reflection was going to prove to be like that little computer paperclip assistant -- at first it helps, but after a while you just want the paperclip to die.

She seemed to soften at that, but then she asked, Has anything really changed? I've learned I need to consult you in matters, lest you decapitate me.

Aidan from the past: He took her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. "Accept me?" His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked from rain. Declan in the present: He gripped her nape. "I fuckin love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love me back!

This is the first time I've really looked at my reflection in months. To the Lykae [Bowen], she said, No wonder you love me. Could I be any cuter?

Straightaway, she'd called to the guard, Oh, boys? She'd sauntered to the glass in only her black lace bra and panties. I need some assistance, When they slowed, agog, she'd purred, Can one of you help me find my orgasm?

He was staring at my lips, and before I could think better of it, I'd wetted them. "That's it, bébé," he said in a coaxing rasp. "Ma bonne fille." My good girl. He wrapped one of his arms behind my back, cupping my chin with his free hand. "Evangeline, I'm goan to kiss you until your toes curl, until we're breathing for each other." That was the promise. . . .

She gazed up at him. Just don't forget our new motto, Leo. 'We can always murder them later, but we can't bring them back.' My wise and clever Bride.

Lothaire is very much alive." "You swear?" "Often. Though not as much as foul-mouthed Regin. I try not to in front of Bertil." She petted the bat. "I meant—will Lothaire live?" "He will.

In an incredulous tone, he said, You don't know the meaning of virtue! Of course I do-it means your thong must be white. (Sabine)

She, too, is one of Regin's friends. They're poker buddies, sisters of the Wii, and Mari is a vaunted member of the karaoke contingent. Regin has long acted as the witches' designated driver." "BFF?" Lachlain asked, brows drawn. "Sisters of the what?" Emma supplied, "Best friend forever and a video game." Lachlain muttered to Emma, "Your relatives are just no' right.

Darwin says people like you need to die." (Carrow)

You two. You can do a cleaning spell. One slurred, But Nixie, I'm really pre-hung-over. Nix's eyes went wide. Do it, or the photos go live! The witch shook her fist to the sky, crying, Damn you, Valkyrie! Damn you and your digital ways!

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. Fuckall, he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother...?

Natalya asked, How'd you escape all the vampires out for your head? In a monotone voice, Lothaire stated, I'm that good.

How old are you?" "Physiologically, I'm twenty-five. Chronologically, I'm…not.

Lothaire said, "I have a much better plan." "Why help him?" Thad asked pointedly. "When you don't help anybody else?" Lothaire exhaled ruefully. "Incurable romantic.