Quotes from Kresley Cole

Now, after my confession, I felt battered, like one of those dolls that always bounces back up when hit. But here's the thing - those silly dolls get hit all the more for it.

She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.

Very well. What do you do as a mercenary?" "I specialize in usurping thrones. They call me the kingmaker." Bragging now?

Warlord, you once told me I'd always know what you're thinking. What are your thoughts now? Partly, I'm thinking that I might shame myself in my trews, just from the feel of you next to me.

Now, hush. We do best when we doan talk.

Even over the rumble of the quakes, I thought I heard Jack rasp, Bebe? Then louder: Doan you do this! I gasped out, T-take care of him, Jack- Death yanked me to him, sweeping me up in his arms. I fought him with any strength I had left, hyperventilating, dulling my claws on his armor, not even scratching it. Death just laughed. Evie! EVIE! Jack's bellows grew fainter as the light brightened. I'm comin' for you! You know I will!

W-we both know your life would be so much simpler without me! I am just a thorn in your paw. He nodded easily. And it reminds me of you - every move I make, I think of you. My lips parted. Again I realized that he was the only thing in my life that made me feel sane, made me want to fight for a future. Evangeline, I've got to feel you with my every step. His shaking hand closed over my nape, squeezing. Or I go a little crazy, me.

Why would I kill to know what she's thinking right now? Probably because I enjoy killing.

Because of one unsuccessful beheading?" She tapped her claw to her chin. "Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I'm rethinking our friendship.

Yeah, weirdly, our cell doesn't have laundry facilities. So I figured I'll wash undies at one time and outerwear at another, anyways keeping some cover for the cameras. I'm not shy, but frankly, I've had my limit of men chubbing themselves to videos of me. It's moved from simple idolatry to something more sinister. She sauntered over to his desk, hopping atop it, sitting on his papers. A little to Caged Heat, you know?

Her heart sank. That's why he found her attractive- because he'd been so long without. He'd probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

Declan and Regin: You'll tell me a story and I'll spare you? You think I don't see what you're doing? I've read Arabian Nights . Call me Scheherazade, baby! Actually, she's one tricksy bitch. Who, by the way, still owes me twenty gold pieces and a pound of sesame.

Regin to Declan: Lemme guess, Regin said. You had your introductory spiel all planned, but rational thought deserted you when you saw me stroll in braless.-- --For the record, She continued, it's not my fault I came in here looking like Chesty LaRue. You caught me on laundry day, so I have no undergarments on. Though I will cop to a little extra spring in my step for your benefit.

Go tae your hands again…let me give it tae you. Lachlain MacRieve

I like em young, dumb, and hung. Reign the Radiant

Your mortal's storming the slaver den. Aric's tone was half-amused, half-approving. I'm hereby inviting myself on his incursion.

How do you plan to keep me here during the day? An unblooded Forbearer shouldn't be so hard to vanquish." Vanquished by her? Amusing. "I'll send you back to the cell. You want to be my pet? I'll take you out and put you back in your cage at my pleasure." She blinked at him. "You don't want to send me back. Who will entertain you? I can deal poker and make shadow animals.

As Damiano strolled to the back platform, he returned her smile, white teeth against bronzed skin, then he dropped into the water. The man was sex on a stick. MacRieve stepped in front of her, clasping her nape, jealousy ablaze in his expression. Eyes on the prize, woman. It's a werewolf you'll have, or none at all.

Lothaire betrayed us! Again." -Random demon .

We're more cerebral than physical. Your cerebrum can't have an orgasm.

I said alone!" He nodded in agreement. "Aye, you usually say that, and I still stay. It's our way.

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you must talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

I'm all in, peekôn.

Jackson asked, Where'd the water come from in your house? A pipe. Then he explained to Jackson, Water travels in pipes.