Quotes from Nalini Singh

You almost died." "But you brought me back." She cupped his face in her hands. "I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall.

He would do things for he'd do for no one else, but while he'd empty the sky for her so she could spread her wings, fly, he would not set her free. She belonged to him, would always belong to him

Aren't you going to get up?" He put a hand on the curve of her hip, a possessive gesture that had already become familiar. "No. Let's have more sex.

Why is it"—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—"that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?" A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. "Because I'm a smart man.

While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.

Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.

Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn't stop herself. Obsession or compulsion, she didn't know, but she did know that before this was over, she'd either end up in Dmitri's bed . . . or one of them would bleed darkest red.

You," she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, "are the sexiest man I have ever met." He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

God hates me," she heard him mutter. "Now there are two of them.

He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him. And he would never let her go...even if she begged for her freedom.

Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

Where did you learn your charm—the gulag?

She dumped me for the quarterback after she'd played my body like a banjo. So Sad." "I bet" "I'm serious. I was heartbroken." "For how long?" "A whole week." An eternity in the life of a teenage boy.

Tell her we don't bite." "I don't lie to my friends.

Oh, Clay darling, if you had told me you were feeling irritated because of your...problems, I wouldn't have made a fuss." She knew very well the changelings around her could hear every whispered word. "Tally." It was a warning growl. "I mean it must be embarrassing for you...being that you're such a big man." her tone implied all sorts of things. "Last night was an aberration, I'm sure. And if not, there are always the pills.

So we're going to keep getting mega-hits like this?" Tomas's dark brown eyes sparkled as they landed on Sienna's down-bent head. "Not that I don't appreciate it, sugar, but it did make me 'hyper,' according to my mother.

To be haunted by my heart is no threat.

If you don't need my backsight," she said to Kaleb, "then why am I here?" He rose to his feet and, placing his hands on the table, leaned toward her until she could've reached out and run her fingers along his freshly shaven jaw. "You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole." "Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.

Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

Do I look like I want to be eaten alive after sex?

Love was an agony beyond compare