Quotes from Kresley Cole

Nix and Lothaire conversing) Have you no mate, female?" he'd asked, intrigued with her, though she was his natural enemy. "I was betrothed to Loki for a time. Which did not proceed smoothly for obvious reasons. So for now I am an unrepentant manizer." At Lothaire's blank look, she'd said, "That will be amusing in the twenty-first century.

What are you trying to prove? Lucia demanded. Between strikes, he bellowed, That you should no' have left me! You were going to do it to me--don't bother denying it! When he didn't, she said, Then why are you different? Another volley of arrows. What gives you the right to risk yourself? He snapped, Because you could move on if something happened to me.

If I have to scour the entire earth, I'll hunt her down. I will no' falter. One day I will bring my female back to my home - back to my bed...She was born to be found by me. -Garreth MacRieve, King of all Lykae

Those swords are mine! Touch them and I'll use 'em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!

I desired you before, but I never loved you until this life.

He's like six hundred years younger than you are. I refuse to be the moral compass of our cell! Most weekends I have an intoxispell bong attached to my mouth like a respirator. I love scatological humor, and I list 'pranks involving nuclear waste' and 'making demons eat things' as my hobbies.

I have an idea. Let's take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won't be your fault.

Then realization had dawned. Oh, my God, you're the one who hurt Davis, the boy I was with. You saw us together, and you threw him down a gully. He broke both of his legs! He lived? Gaze narrowing, Lothaire had murmured, Not for much Longer.

When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander. "Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don't just stand there gawking or you'll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We're like this." He couldn't see her but knew she was twining two fingers together.

I don't have the time or patience for games. Now, tell me, why do you...glow ? I touched a radioactive alien cock once.

Eves, on the scale from wholesome to whoresome, you're practically Amish.

When the warden appeared outside their cell, he ogled Regin's bared midriff. Gross. Whenever men leered at her, Regin tended to leer back. She canted her head on the floor, turning it one way, then the other. I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

Well maybe we need to Cesar Millan their asses and show them who's boss. Tsst, tsst!

You dress her in a wet T-shirt and make her carry the bags? Damn, Cade, I like how you roll - Rok

Nïx lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor.

I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.

It figures—it's always either the butler or the resurrected mate.

Bad form, Regin! Wrong car. Immediately after, the house shook again. Oh, much better! Nix assured them. That was Bowen's!

When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.

Ah, but she was a pastel wearer. She was forever dead to Sabine.

Hey, you've still got your endangered hymen. Which means you'll make it to closing credits - I'm s.o.l.

This is a kill-or-be-killed scenario, leech, Regin the Radiant, a glowing-skinned millennium-old swordswoman, told Ellie in a baleful tone. So raise your weapon and prepare for your end. 'Cause I'm about to take your head. Ellie yawned. Ten days of this was getting old. Girl, I don't wanna play video games anymore.

Now you're just being silly. He's a mercenary- he's not going to go about penning love letters, and really, what would he write? 'Anna...love you...grrr?' Olivia to Annalia

Can't help the way I was raised—anything supernatural is supposed to be either a miracle or satanic. I rolled my eyes. "And you're still trying to figure out which I am?" Non. I'm trying to figure out if I'm still Catholic." He grinned that heart-stopping grin.