Quotes from Nalini Singh

Every white knight needed a deadly black sword at his back.

Fathers and mothers," she found herself saying, "leave their mark, no matter if we've known them a lifetime or only a day.

The power, it seduced, whispering to me to weave it into my own cells." A glance over his shoulder. "Before you, I would've no doubt accepted it and it would've destroyed me from the inside out." "Before you," she whispered, "I was shut up inside my heart, protecting it from harm, and never knowing the glory I missed." She linked her hand in his. "You and I, we're a unit. I dare any evil on this earth to tear us apart.

Part of you is the wind," he murmured. "Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests." Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. "Then consider me an endless storm.

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he'd have full cause to throw a punch. Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'm human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eyes. "Making up is the fun part, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

All right." Shimmering droplets on her eyelashes, stars caught in transition. "But will you replace it with something for me?" "Anything." His body was hers. Brushing her fingers over his lips, she said, "You gave me an eagle. I want to give you one, too." A tender kiss pressed to the scar. "I want us to fly together.

He understands evil better than any other person I've ever known. We disagree in how to eliminate it, but we do not disagree that it exists.

If he was going to be held hostage to this unwanted compulsion, then she was damn well coming along for the ride.

That was very bad of you, Elena, Raphael said once they were in the air. You know the coming sun shower will pass in but a moment. I also know Tasha McHotpants is regretting she didn't scoop you up when you were young and single. Altering her mental tone, she said, Oh, Raphael, what luck I caught you. And me dressed up like a warrior with a sword and everything. She snorted. Luck my ass.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

Do tell. It might be entertaining to see who gets to you first." "Excuse me if entertaining you isn't at the top of my agenda.

What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.

Drew told me to never, ever talk to him about sex. As far as he's concerned, I'll be a virgin until I'm a hundred, same as Brenna.

You'll hate me," she said, her arms locked around him because she couldn't not hold him when he was close. "One day, you'll hate me." It was the thing she most feared. Hand fisting in her hair, he pressed his forehead to her own, his eyes night-glow in the dark. "I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

Heroes, I've learned, don't always wear white. Sometimes they come from the darkness, shadows among shadows.

I'll show you things that'll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.

I'm doing this for Toby and Marlee, not you." The defiant words were directed at Hawke. The alpha gave her a mock-salute. "Heaven forbid you do anything because I asked you to.

Lucas nodded the instant before Hawke caught the first hint of an exquisitely familiar scent on the breeze. Autumn leaves and spice and strength. His wolf stretched out at the intoxication of it. Maybe she wasn't his mate, but the animal wasn't bothered. It still wanted the man to take her, to claim her. To bite her. Jesus.

Most of those men don't want to sleep with you," he said in blunt rebuttal. "I reserve the right to introduce my fist to the faces of the ones who do.

As her skin sizzled under the delicious heat, she supposed she should've been giving serious thought to the lunacy of what she was doing playing with a vampire, who was, for all his charm, as lethal as a stiletto across the throat. But then again, most of her friends already thought she was half a nut short of a fruitcake. Why disappoint?

You're not useless. You're a hunky bite of sex and I'm not sure if Dmitri swings both ways.

Push me and I will. I'll get punished, but you'll still be dead.

Because he, more than anyone, knew that sometimes, love wasn't enough. Sometimes, people changed so deeply that the change broke love itself.