Quotes from Kresley Cole

You know, do nice shite for her. Buy her things. Really think about what she likes and what makes her happy and make it happen. She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you can cut off your horns for her. Chicks dig that. (Cadeon)

The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, Not Regin. A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.

You have two choices, grasshopper. Out-slut Clotile - or go Springer on her ass. I'm down for the assist in both scenarios.

He swallowed. "Have you no modesty?" Never in his life had he encountered a female so quick to be naked. Of course, he'd never in his life encountered a female who should so utterly be naked at any chance.

The abyss doesn't stare back. It winks.

First Emma. Now Thad. Regin was sick and tired of non-evil vampiric creatures messing with her millennium's worth of scathing animosity for their species...

Do you honestly want credit because you didn't do anything to a helpless female?" "No! Yes. No, damn it—

You asked me how old I am. I was born roughly nine centuries ago. I've lived for more than three hundred thousand days. And you made this one my favorite one of all. -Uilleam MacRieve ~

You see, that's the thing with you detrus, Chase began in a contemplative tone. Your bodies are abominations. If I severed your arms-- Lothaire yawned loudly. --you'd merely regenerate from the injury. You might experience pain, but you wouldn't suffer the horror of permanent loss, not like a human. Lothaire grew increasingly bored by this. When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.

Salem snorted. The Vamp basically told her, 'I'm in a weird place in me life right now, and I need some space.' Of course, he told her that by pointing a bloody sword at her whilst bellowing, 'I forsake you!' in front of the whole kingdom.

I can't believe you're going to sacrifice your archery mojo for MacReive. Lucia would forfeit her fantastical skill with a bow if she was unchaste. Who am I going to hang out with when your a talentless nobody?

He clenched Nix's shoulders. 'Why did you hesitate? I saw you hesitate!' He shook her until her head lolled, while she grinned and said, 'Wheeee!

Lothaire: Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.

You want this?' I raised my gaze, gasping at the dark hunger in his expression. My mind blanked. Want his body? How could I not? He was pure temptation. 'I meant this,' he held up my bag, 'but I could easily be persuaded to share anything else my wife might desire.

I'm told the effect is cumulative--it will continue to worsen. Though outwardly calm as he explained this, his face had paled even more. But if you tell me about the Valkyrie's weaknesses, I'll administer the antidote. Weaknesses? So many. Foremost, we're ... ticklish.

Damn, that werewolf melts my butter," Mari sighed. "He's so miserable," she added delightedly.

Dear puss, Is this all you've got? Why don't you strap on your big girl panties and come face me yourself? Unless you fear that the Nixanator will spank Omort's wittle bottom. By the way, you've taken one of the most respected leaders in our army. We're going to want him back. Especially since Sabine can't break him. Bringing it, Nix the Ever-Knowing, Soothsayer Without Equal, General of the New Army of Vertas

Lothaire briefly gazed heavenward. Chase is clearly a reluctant sharer. Which should incite her curiosity about what's going on in his head. She's a disgustingly self-righteous Valkyrie, filled with the need to fix things, to right wrongs. If anything needed fixing ... He waved a hand to indicate Declan from head to toe. As wrong as he can be.

I'd bet the leeches are looking for me. Because I glow and I'm wicked smart. They probably want to breed with me." (Regin)

Ah, damn it, lass,'he called after her. 'I've busted my stitches wide open.' 'What?'she cried, hurrying back to him. 'Let me see!' 'Ah-ha!' He snared her around the waist, dragging her down with him to his lap.'You still care for me!

Damn it, MacRieve, if you keep calling me kitten, then I'm going to start calling you something equivalent, like hound dog - and then we'll both be losers.

You'll strip in front of a vampire when you don't even know his name?" "You're right! So what's your name?" "My answer will be as forthcoming as yours. What do you want it to be?" "Some kind of name that fits a battle-scarred, overgrown vampire warlord.

You will be leaving, of course. Or I could help you. I've had a bit of practice bathing myself and I think I can stumble my way through this.

Before you were my enemy, you were my best friend.