Quotes from Kresley Cole

Regin: "I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop--

Then, with grave formality, he unsheathed his sword. How old is that thing? Have you had it carbon dated? He looked aghast, as if she'd insulted his grandmother. Hey, no disrespecting The Sword. Besides, it's only three or four centuries old. Only? I would think that technology has improved since then. Why wouldn't you get a new one? I'm on my way to, remember? Try to keep up, halfling.

Regin the Radiant and Emmaline Troy: 'Alrighty then, have it your way- you're on your own... Now, if you come across a leech, no offense, remember your training.' 'None taken. And would that be the sword training where you fly past my defenses and swat me on the ass, chirping, 'Dead!'? Another swat. 'Dead!'? Yeah, I'll get right on that.' 'No, that would be the training where you sprint like hell whenever you hear that I'm looking for you to train.

Clearly we're Sorceri. Sabine gestured at her resplendent self. Ergo, we'd enjoy some Sorceri wine. Don't got it. Sabine quirked a red brow. Do you not? Check with Erol, shifter. He'll have an emergency bottle for me--because whenever I arrive, it's an emergency.

The first rule of being a mercenary? Find out what the client wants, then convince him that, a) you can get it for him, and, b) you're the ONLY one who can get it for him. Second rule? Lie. Often. The truth rarely serves you well in this business -Cadeon Woede, mercenary, second in line to the throne of the rage demons, a.k.a. Cade the Kingmaker

Or maybe I was learning that nothing was black and white.

Bashful? She and her friends made Girls Gone Wild look like a quilting circle.

Lothaire to Trehan: "You are related to me by blood and, like me, are a Dacian royal." "So?" "So that means your ridiculous behavior reflects "upon me." "What are you talking about? My ridiculous behavior?I've done nothing to warrant this summoning, Lothaire. I keep to my library—and to myself. "Exactly. You sit in your room and stroke off to memories of your Bride.

We're married now. I'm not going anywhere." And she meant it. He was her husband, her lover, her prince. Thronos was her best friend. Though she worried what tomorrow would bring, she believed in them . As he was drifting off, he said, "With all my dreams having come true, what will I dream of now?" Oh, damn . Lanthe gazed at his face in sleep. I just fell in love with him .

I know I'm wrong in the head! I want to be . . . right. For you. - MacRieve ?#IAD13 ~

MacRieve: You can't drop a line like that without unpacking it. Nix: Just did. You-Lame. MacRieve: It's MacRieve!

Nix, I know you're faking the static. She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. Why? It seamed less rude than the alternative. What's that? Click.

When drops from the canopy kissed her face, he drew his wings over his head, creating a shelter. "I've always room for you too.

I can't lose you. The very thought makes me crazed. I can't even allow myself to imagine you leaving me.

The greatest thing about having power is the mere having of power. Use the latter well, and you'll never have to use the former. Morgana, Queen of the Sorceri

Did he ask what she'd done in her room? Hell, no. At that point, and after that bewitching smile, if she'd murmured, I'm leading you into the fiery depths of hell, he'd have followed dumbly.

I spent the morning as the ceiling in the warlocks' tent. Found out that the hobbies of Those Best Forgotten include long walks on the beach and sacrificing nymphs on altars. I mean, who'd want to hurt a nymph? That's like kicking a rainbow in the nuts.

Take it out, then.

She stretched, pulling out her earbuds, which apparently in Lykae was code for 'Interogate me,' because the questions, they came a-calling.

Some of the males rose from the table then, making noise about a rugby rematch. MacRieve tensed, but didn't join them. When a couple of the men said things in Gaelic, their tones taunting, she asked, "Are they trash-talking you?" "Oh, aye. According to them, I'm the veriest pussy. Already mate-whipped.

And all he wants is to throw a rager in your sugar mill? Then she frowned. Wow. That sounded raunchy.

Nix was so beautiful yet so damaged. - Uilleam MacRieve ~

Old as carbon, Nix agreed. And so powerful I'm working on my demigoddess badges.