Quotes from Kresley Cole

If you love something, you protect it ruthlessly. No matter what occurs.

But what will I do?" "Sit in here. Contemplate why others might feel moved to throw things at you." As he ducked out of the tent, she yelled, "You leave me tied up like a dog? Then you had better remember that this bitch bites!

He surveyed the dimly lit space. She'd lured him directly into a large dungeon cell. And one he recognized, because he'd kept prisoners here when he was master and king of Castle Tornin. She's trapped me in my own goddamned dungeon.

If a demon and a vampire mated, their offspring would be unique but in harmony, like a Labrador retriever crossed with a poodle. Voila, labradoodle!

Sabine sighed. "It's not true that she doesn't care about anything. She cares about nothing very much." Lanthe

Eternally, Demon.

men. She remembered her granny telling her, "Men

Never run from one such as me, female." Her attacker didn't sound human. "You will no' get away. And we like it." His voice was guttural like a beast's, yet his accent was . . . Scottish?

Josephine voleva che Rune fosse la sua àncora? Che la tenesse per mano, legata a lui? Questo perlomeno sembrava realizzabile. In cambio lei avrebbe potuto assicurarsi che il suo cuore non si incenerisse di nuovo. Forse potremmo essere l'àncora l'uno dell'altra.

Who's the woman?" she asked to change the subject, though Emma had known at first sight. "Cassandra. She's a friend from the clan." "Only a friend?" "O' course. And that is tenuous, after she hurt you." "You'd take my side over hers? When you've known me for so short a time?" He caught her gaze. "I will always take your side. Over anyone's.

In a hushed tone, Matthew said, "Hierophant. He of the Dark Rites." I remembered Gran warning me about him: He's a charmer, Evie, a spellbinder. Never look him in the eyes. You are vulnerable to him. And he's not the only one.

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

Eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-nine—

Annika called back, "Never would I give my daughter to a dog." Good luck with that one, Lachlain.

Those hard-eyed women had been hurt by men. Jane recognized it in them with perfect clarity, because this very mirror reflected the same quality growing in her own eyes every day. She could finally acknowledge that. She would do whatever it took to avoid that fate. Bitterness was a life sentence, and it was one that was entirely avoidable.

She gazed around with a bored air. "This feels just like Law and Order. But shouldn't you lawyer up before I throw the book at you? No? So what's in the IV bag?

Nonetheless, onward. That was the circus's battle cry, the motto Ren lived by.

Will he lose her just when he's found her? Never, he grates.  He surrenders himself to the beast inside him, the beast that will take its freedom with its teeth, drink water from the gutters, and scavenge refuse to survive.

I glimpsed Death's face for the first time. Surprise rocked me. Death was the most beautiful boy I had ever imagined. Looking to be no more than twenty years old, he was tall and broad-shouldered with a breathtaking face. I imagined some might describe his features as noble. His eyes glittered like…stars.

Women in love made sacrifices. That was simply what they did. He'd watched the world over the span of his life, and for the great majority of it, women had yielded to the men they desired. Surely the last fifty years had been an anomaly.

Kiss this bitch, and she will bite.

A sheer displeasure to meet you, Munro MacRieve.

Girls like me don't make it to the end of the story.

Oh, French is my favorite language. Ask fucking anybody.