Quotes from Kresley Cole

I knew everything before her. And it was all wrong.

An invisible force. Like two magnets.

Court jester or ambassador. Same difference. Either way you entertain the king.

Nonetheless, onward is just another way of saying the time is now.

Just then, a demoness dressed in black leather with cheap makeup on her horns gave Rydstrom a measuring look as she passed, but he turned away. He was . . . curious about wicked females, always had been, but they weren't his type—no matter what Cadeon occasionally threw in his face when they fought. No, Rydstrom wanted his queen, his own fated female, a virtuous demoness to stand by his side and grace his bed.

A mindset can shift in the space of a few missed breaths.

she unabashedly crawled onto the foot of Bowe's bed. Her T-shirt read: It'll only hurt for a second. Promise. . . . Weird bloody Valkyries—and she was one of the weirdest.

She 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—

Studying my face, Death narrowed his gaze. "Have you a plan, creature?" "Can't read my thoughts anymore?" "Perhaps not. But I can tell you are malingering." "Malingering? I don't speak S.A.T.

When I'd gotten older, she'd taught me to read on my own, telling me, "If you ever doan like where you are, open a book, and it'll take you somewhere else. It's a kind of magic, cher.

You have so much to look forward to, if you'd just stop looking back.

His voice was hot-wired to my pussy. I

Wicked Abyss, page 279, Lila, Princess Calliope of Sylvan to Abyssian Sian Infernas, King of Pandemonia There's a face to the violence you love so much, a cost that the Morior never have to pay. Why wouldn't you love war? You never feel the toll like the rest of us.

When I didn't give them moon pies, they hurled beads at me!—

Why would I draw the short straw?

Cadeon, a chance can't be reduced from zero." "Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.

Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.

A quanto pareva, Emma era nata per essere rapita da un lykae impazzito. Il suo destino faceva schifo.

God, peekôn. Noble, for the record, cuts like a blade to the heart....

my mother used to say that nothing limited the human spirit like propriety.

His female didn't belong in this foul place. And since he belonged with her, then neither did he. He didn't care what he had to do, he'd find a way to get her home.

Her words made his lips part. No. I used to believe that. He stood unsteadily. Now I know I was wrong. Before he traced away, he rasped, If you love something, you protect it ruthlessly. No matter what occurs.

Are you going to want sex with me now? she hastily asked to distract him. Because I already gave at the office__

Never run from one such as me, female. You will no' get away—and we like it. —Lachlain MacRieve, King of the Lykae