Quotes from Kresley Cole

Ogen's drool pinged my cheek. This would be my last sight? Almost a relief when my lids slid shut and scenes flashed through my mind. I beheld Jack's face as he'd gazed down at me in that suspended moment of time. So perfectly, I saw him. Heard him. I am home, Evangeline. Finally found the place I'm supposed to be. With my death, would Matthew tell him to stop hunting, to stop searching?

When Myst had been in a Horde prison, the Forbearer rebels took the castle, and one of their generals had freed her to make love to her. Before the Valkyrie could rescue her, things had gotten out of hand in a dank cell.

This is rich." Tymur's eyes reddened with satisfaction. "The scourge of the Lore paired with a mortal? You could have no greater liability. So difficult to keep this species alive.

If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

So help her, if Pig-Pen was a blond . . .

now that you've lost your queen." "I haven't lost her." "I'm no expert with females"—the others rolled their eyes at that—"but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates the need for some space.

I despise judgmental people." "As do most creatures who deserve to be judged." "You got me. I'm a ho fo sho.

Hours later Kaderin paced in the main cabin of the jet, furious over more things than she could process. The first: because of the Lykae's stunt, she was being forced into this situation with Sebastian. And she'd left the diamonds. Silly Valkyrie. The second: two of her half-sisters, her coven mates, had been wed, and she'd heard of it after the fact. They are so not getting gifts from me. Were her sisters that averse to her presence at weddings? Am I that dismal?

Fierce wee thing. "There's my brave lass.

The vampire had humiliated her and her oldest friend, but she still missed him to an aching degree.

Uh-huh," she said. He was beginning to recognize that was her way of indicating untruth.

Gran said, "Not that the Minor Arcana would allow such a union anyway." My eyes widened. "They exist?" In any Tarot deck, there were fifty-six Minor Arcana cards, divided into four suits: cups, pentacles or rings, wands, and swords. Such

Witches are good for one thing and only one thing. Tinder. —Bowen Graeme MacRieve Third in line for the Lykae throne

Egotistical? Try self-confident. Should I be meek instead? Would you like me better then?" "No. I've never wanted a meek woman for my own. I've wanted a queen—" "And now you have one.

I think you are just like this house, Evangeline. Rich and fine on the outside, but no one's got a clue what's going on inside.

I'm not a bunny, Rydstrom. And is that bark?" With a laugh, she said, "Good gods, you brought me bark to gnaw on!

You'll move through worlds," the female murmured, as if imparting a secret to Lanthe. "In one realm, hurt. In one realm, leave. In one realm, cleave. In one realm, shine.

He's growling for her?" Rónan asked. "His mate walks by, and he does no' touch her? Or pull her into his lap? It's no' natural! And it's starting to freak me out.

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. "Fuckall," he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother . . .

Some secrets can never be known. They go to the grave with you like children never born. —LUCIA THE HUNTRESS, Valkyrie of mysterious origin, world's most skilled archeress

Selena and I had barely exited the tent before she started criticizing me. "Talk about a long shot. Joules and Gabe are like"—she raised two twined fingers—"this. They've had a whirlwind bromance. I'm giving us a one in a billion chance. Which means you're an idiot.

Shall we disembowel the pachyderm in the room?" Lothaire intoned as he took a seat in the billiards den. "Or discuss it? Or whatever one does when an elephant appears indoors.

At that, I closed my eyes. I could feel Jackson's gaze on me, even before Matthew said —He stares. He stares. He hungers to know what's behind your false face. The curiosity burns him.— I turned in to Matthew, wanting to hear more. False face? Is that why he looks like he hates me? —Loathe/love. Hurting/hating.—

With a roll of her eyes, Regin said, "Oh, yeah, like the soothsayer doesn't already have your number." Nïx winked at her.