Quotes from Nalini Singh

Oh, God, Judd." She squeezed his hand. "I felt the…shadow of that, an echo. If what I felt was diluted, how are you still conscious?" "Why did you feel it?" Protective instincts roared to life. "We aren't mated." Her shattered eyes went wide. "Are you sure?" His heart actually stopped for a second, he wanted so much for her to belong to him on the most irrevocable level. "I guess we'll find out.

In all his centuries of existence, he'd never before taken a lover he considered his on every level. 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.

I'll never be yours until you're mine

Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.

He hooked the charm into place. "Only this star matters." His thumb brushing over her inner wrist. "Should it be erased, no other has the right to live.

I'll enter first." "I'm the hunter", Elena reminded him. "I should go first" "Of course you may go first. When I'm dead

When she was like this, the wildness of her barely contained, it was hard to believe she'd come into his pack Silent, her emotions blockaded behind so much ice, it had infuriated his wolf.

I'm not doing any vampire lackey stuff." "Fine." "I'm only drinking your blood." That made his smile widen. "Fine." "That means you're stuck with me." She jutted out her chin. "Try to throw me off for some bimbo and we'll see who's immortal.

I am the alpha. You follow." His extraordinary eyes held Andromeda's. "Not for always. For this." Andromeda was oddly pleased that he'd clarified his statement. "Until we escape," she agreed.

When he'd been younger and first starting to feel the urge to rut with females - and before he'd grown up to the point where many of the opposite sex found him irresistible - he'd tried to court girls by bringing them meat and shiny things. It turned out he'd scared them. "Most women and girls," Dmitri had told him, "don't know what to do when a man drops a hunk of raw meat in their hands.

People didn't always love who they should, or the ones who were good for them.

You try to leave and I will hunt you down." Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.

His voice had fallen into the guttural range. "She is not you. No one will ever be what you are to me." Her heart broke. Into a million tiny pieces.

When you suffer such a big hurt, the longer you permit it to live in you, the bigger it grows, until it seeks to devour your soul.

Heroes are often the quietest people in a room, the ones least willing to lay claim to the title. These men and women simply go about doing what needs to be done without any expectation of gratitude or fame. It is in their nature to protect and to shield and to fight against darkness, whatever form it may take.

You're not a restful individual to be around" Ashaya to Dorian

It wasn't simply about the sex any longer, wasn't simply about assuaging the skin hunger that haunted them both. It was about saying good-bye to a dream that had never had a chance.

Don't tell me you don't wonder, don't th—" "I fucking don't!" He grabbed her upper arms, held her in place, the raw fury in his voice a wild thing. "I made my choice, and I chose you. Don't you do this. Don't you destroy us.

Yes." She smiled, liking the word. "What I feel like right now—I'd compare it to waking from a dream and seeing the real world. It's a beautiful place, but it also has darkness. If you try to eradicate that darkness, you also destroy the light." Pain for the future of her people tightened her heart.

Butterflies in her stomach. Because she understood his words from last night now, knew that he'd been on his very, very best behavior. Tonight . . . tonight she'd be tangling with the dominant, wild heart of him.

Leaning back into him, she let her body relax, trusting him to keep her upright. 'This is nice. Having someone to hold me when I'm tired.

Are you sane, Mother? Laughter in his mind, painful in its familiarity. Is any immortal every truly sane?

You'd make an enemy out of me over a human?" The word "human" might as well have been "rodent.

We can decide to remain in our isolated bunkers, becoming more and more obsessed with looking inward instead of outward, or we can decide to be great together. We can decide to stagnate, or we can decide to grow. We can decide to settle for the status quo, or we can decide to reach for the stars. "Choose.