Quotes from Kresley Cole

Tell me about the vampire, or not, dove. But none of us really wants to be here." "I'll tell you," Nïx said, her gaze rapt on his horns. "But only if you let me lick your rock-hard horns." "Nïx!" Regin's attention snapped back to this conversation. Eyes wide, Nïx cried, "Who said that?? I didn't say that!

Though she'd never been ashamed of what she'd done, she'd kept it secret because she'd understood that others wouldn't view it the same way she did.

My entire mind-set about the deed was evolving. Insight: if a guy I had sex with ever carved a notch into his bedpost, I'd tell him to carve one into mine too—and then to go make me a fucking sammich.

She chuckled. Chuckled! "I speak Pirates of the Caribbean.

Unable to resist, she said, "Mortals also go there to worship a mouse god. His likeness is everywhere. There's a duck demigod too.

Oh, God, my poison! I didn't know you then! Had no idea what you would come to mean to me!

As Mel ushered me into a seat in front of my mirror, I demanded, "This is how I'm supposed to compete with Clotile?

To Bettina, she'd written: The old Vrekener king was a vicious fiend who got what he deserved. Kudos to your new vamp husband for a well-played assassination and tournament victory.

You look like utter hell," Circe told me. "I wish you'd stop sugar-coating things, Water Witch.

Enemigos mortales... tentaciones prohibidas.

Perhaps Court was just an ignorant Scot, but he preferred two things in his surgeons: that they be sober, and that they have lived long enough to have practiced on others before getting to him.

Bringing a strong man to his knees is simple. It's keeping him there that's the tricky business…

The judgiest people are the ones who've lived the least.

He grinned down at her, that half-grin that made her heart twist, then slowly rocked forward to fill her. "Tell yourself that, Valkyrie." He leaned down to catch her gasp with his lips. "As much as you like.

Shit just got real.

Vrekeners actually exist? L, The King

I turned to Cyclops. "You're going to stay here with Finn and Matthew." Talking to the animal always made me feel ridiculous (though he was smarter than most beasts—and I might actually be communicating with Lark). In CLC, the loony bin I'd been clapped up in, patients had only been allowed to watch classic shows on cable, like Lassie. I feared any second I was going to say, "What's that, Cyclops? Timmy fell down a Prepper well?

I know, baby girl, I'm that good.

You guys are humming my balls, right?) ~ Finn

You stay on me like my godsdamned shadow, vampire. Mirceo's lips curved. Eternally, demon.

And exactly how old are you, MacRieve?" "Twelve hundred, give or take." She glanced back at him, as though gauging if he was jesting. When he raised his brows, she said, "Great Hekate, you're a relic. Don't you have a museum exhibit to be in somewhere?

Power is where you find it, where you seize it, how you wield it.

I grew up in a Spanish-speaking household." With una madre loca, Catholic to the core.

Hey, hey, no disrespecting The Truck. She's gotten me out of a lot of scrapes.