Quotes from Kresley Cole

This raccoon ain't treed just yet. . . .

Valkyrie, if there was ever a cradle to be robbed . . . Gods, just look at him.

I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

I'm back in the game with my bonny mate, no? I believe I just scored a hat trick. You're officially off the bench, she breathed, cleared for play. With a fangirl who fell for you-

I had a catalog of faults, but I possessed loyalty in spades.

Other males saw Nïx as exceedingly comely; all Bowe saw was a powerful being made mad as a hatter from her foresight. 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." Her distracted gaze flickered over his face and the bandaged end of his arm. If you're not going to keep yourself up, well--

She's Head Case's mate; he's going to want her anyway. Besides, it's no' like she needs any chemicals. She's smokin' hot.

Arthur, I…I'd just been released from a mental institution.' She looks up at me from under he lashes, gauging my reaction while seeming to dread it. I just stop my jaw from dropping. 'Mental institution?' I'd been sick the last quarter of my sophomore year, so my mom made me go to a clinic in Atlanta.' This girl's been heaven-sent for me! I, too, had been sick. Until I'd tested my concoctions on myself, eventually discovering a cure.

Again, she's his mate. They're already bound.

This troubled girl is a frail in mind as she is in body. She's mine. Heaven-sent. I know I can take the merest spark of madness and make insanity flare to life.

So do vampires, but that dinna stop our king from making one his queen," Rónan pointed out. "Does it hurt?

I quirked my brows. "Don't hold back on my account. I've been riding you like Seabiscuit at least twice a day for over a week.

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

Soothsayerese? I don't speak it," he said, but she didn't elaborate. "That's all you're going to divvy?" "Wanna know more?" Nïx raised her brows. "Then you should have let me lick your horns.

Nunca viene fácilmente para todos los grandes guerreros en la historia.

He is harshing my buzz, and I am"—Regin turned to yell over her shoulder—"not interested!

Si tú eres el villano, no olvides que yo soy el monstruo.

Open this fucking cage, you glowing bluidy freak!" Gods, he was fierce.

Don't close me out." He curled his finger under my chin, all tenderness, even as he said, "How could I close you out when I never let you in?

He's attracted to you. Skeevy as that is . . . At least go try. Just don't lift tail for him or anything.

The right place at the right time never comes to people standing still.

He secretly thought this a fool's errand. Nïx, or Nucking Futs Nïx as the coven called her, was rarely lucid and had a diabolical sense of humor. And Myst had been warned that Nïx was "in a pissy mood" this evening.

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

Measure me by the caliber of my foes.