Quotes from Kresley Cole

We loved each other, but we weren't together romantically. If I believed that the game demanded blood and that fate couldn't be changed, then we never should be.

Chloe, what would it take to start anew with you?" Hopelessness settled over him when she murmured, "More than you've got." Yet then he reminded himself, She has no' seen all I've got.

Doona bring me back to life only to destroy me once more.

And as much as he'd been watching me, he'd been studying Jack. Earlier, when we'd been forced to slow on a washed-out mountain pass, Jack had finally snapped, "What the hell are you looking at?" "Something about you is not right." "You got a lot of nerve to be saying that about me, Grim Reaper.

She has an arse men should write sonnets to. . . .

I'd assumed Jack's death was the worst that I could endure. Matthew might have been preparing me for both of their murders. Dear

His hands reached out to pile her hair up, just so he could lean down and breathe along her neck. At her ear, he murmured, "Bride, this is embarrassing. I think I've caught you staring at my cock.

lies are curses you place on yourself.

The little doll's got teeth, Cajun

I want to grow old with you. And at the end of our lives, you will have no doubt you were loved and adored by me for every second." Yep

I know that's not how the world works." "Then change the world." The

Daciano broke the spell. "Bettina, there is a limit." Without looking at him, she asked, "What does that mean?" He took her hand, smoothly returning her panties. "One day you'll convince me that you'll always want him." Just before he traced away, he murmured in her ear, "Take care, lest you lose a male who'll desire only you—and gain a male who'll desire only others.

Resisting her hold over him, the vampire yelled to the crowd, "Mark me, and listen well! I've won this tournament. . . . No one here can deny my victory. . . . I've won this crown"—he pointed his bloodied sword at her—"and Bettina as my wife." Claws digging into his chest, lungs failing, he bellowed, "I forsake you both!

Hatred made me rise. Hatred forced one foot in front of the other as I staggered away from the graves. With each step, blood dripped from my ragged fingers, dotting a trail across the vast black gravestone. A tether from me to Jack.

You've turned into a sarcastic, unbalanced, judgmental dick." To herself, she muttered, "Man, can I pick 'em.

Rub some dirt on it. S'll be fine." "Rub some dirt, then?" he repeated, unable to keep the amusement from his tone. "I like your attitude, lass.

Kosmina adored her new "foulmouthed but well-intentioned uncle." Because, as she put it, "Perhaps we aren't meant to understand him. Perhaps he's as much a puzzle as he is a puzzle master." Hear, hear, Kosmina. But I'm still sending your ass to Louisiana.

Everyone said a Lykae's mate could soothe his any woe—if she really was his, she had her bloody work cut out for her.

Way to hurt my feelings, Wroth. She sniffled. Now I'll really have to kill you.

To envy was to lack.

Love spells are a lot like platform diving. Once you start the process, there's no going back, and the end will be fugly if you don't know what the hell you're doing. —Mariketa the Awaited Mercenary of the Wiccae, Future Leader of the House of Witches

The female asked him, "Have you ever been bait? Well, besides jailbait. Rowr.

Best be savin' your orders for someone who'll follow them, vampire.

Can someone please tell me why succubae are so bad?" Rónan said, quickly adding, "Ben does no' understand this either.