Quotes from Kresley Cole

Your little sis is quite a boss. And she's totally in love with a Vrekener.

Omort, put a muzzle on your pet, or I'll make her one from her intestines." She rapped her silver-tipped claws together, and the sound rang out in the chamber. Hettiah lifted her chin, but she'd paled. Sabine had in fact plucked an organ from her. On several occasions. She kept them in jars on her bedside table.

Myst was closest and snagged it and even if she hadn't been able to she would've bitch-slapped anyone who made a run with it.

Portia's lips thinned. You think that because we're pure evil, we can't love? I think that because you love, you can't be pure evil, Nix countered.

So cry me a river about your brother's single vivisection. Also, understand me: I can trash-talk Nix - she's my oldest friend - but no one else had better do so in my presence.

All's fair in love and Lore.

When you can't change your situation, you must change yourself.

I'll shoot you." "At your bluidy leisure." MacRieve's beast was already stirring. "Let's do this—

Sucedió. Dolió. Mejores cosas vendrán.

Maybe one day you'll come to love me as much as I do you." She frowned and pushed up on his shoulders so they were facing each other. "I happen to adore you, vampire." Her hands laced around his neck, and she twined her fingers in his hair. "No, I'm absolutely certain I love you more.

When a group of young females had asked her what one should name her horse, she'd answered, "I like the sound of Fellatio." When Rydstrom had confronted Sabine about it, she'd said, "Do you know how priceless it was to hear that demoness sigh, 'I love my Fellatio'? Even gold can't buy moments like that!

Well, if it isn't Nucking Futs Nïx," he muttered to himself as she parked the wheezing car. Never had Cade seen such an abused Bentley. There were dings in the body, mud all over the tires, smoke tendrils rising from the hood, and at least two bullet holes. A Garfield doll was stuck to the rear window.

Like a gift from hell. . . .

The Priestess (II) Circe Rémire, Ruler of the Deep "Terror from the abyss!" A.k.a.:

Alas, I fear that floral arrangement and playing the harpsichord are forever out of my grasp. As you can imagine, the knowledge of my deficiencies is crushing

Scottish men are . . . hardy?

How long have you had visions?" His matter-of-fact question flustered me. "I don't . . . I'm not . . . how can you talk about this so—so calmly?" "I had a cousin who could read the future in coffee grinds. My grandmother could predict hurricanes a month in advance.

Even as he wanted to master her, he hated the idea of her as acquiescent. He needed her to struggle against him, to give as good as she got. He craved power plays between them, mental games. But ultimately he did want to dominate her.

Fairness is an idea most often touted by the defeated. I'll use any advantage I have, on anyone, at any time. That

Sunlamps and food and safety. Sounds mighty nice. I want that for you. Because I love you. This might be the most noble thing I've ever done. Noble, for the record, hurts like a blade to the heart. Je t'aimerais toujours, Jack Je t'aimerais toujours. I will love you forever.

His lips parted. "Es tevi m?lu." I love you. For an instant, I saw Jack above me. A moment of time. . . . I blinked, and I was staring into starry amber eyes again.

That sorceress might be an evil bitch, but she's MY evil bitch. And I'll have no other. - Rydstrom Woede, fallen demon king of Rothkalina

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch. -Evie/Evangeline/Empress The Poison Princess

He'd told me those slashing marks were our story, to remind him never to trust me. I'd told him history didn't have to repeat itself.