Quotes from Nalini Singh

Sascha. The only child she had ever borne. The cardinal who everyone had told Nikita was flawed, but who she'd known was a power who could not be allowed to come into her own. To do so would equal her death. So she'd crushed her child, and in so doing, saved her life and forever lost her.

That's your pitch to women? Let's get naked?" He snorted. "No wonder your balls are blue.

The impact hit her like a physical blow. He was..."Beautiful." Eyes of such pure undiluted blue it was as if some heavenly artist had crushed sapphires into his paints and then colored in the irises with the finest of brushes.

Aden had only ever had one true friend, someone he knew would fight for him and with him regardless of whether he held any power or not. The others in the squad he trusted, but Vasic occupied an entirely different place in his life, until it was as if their blood was the same.

Don't run from me, sweetheart , he thought as he took the final steps to her. I only bite a little.

His assurance was enough for her to hold on to the shreds of her sanity . . . because Kaleb never broke his promises. "Sahara! I'll come for you! Survive! Survive for me!

No conflicting loyalties?" "Not yet." But if it came to that, he had already made his choice. Her name was Brenna and she was his heartbeat.

In that case, balls to the wall, man." Riaz yawned. "No guts, no glory." "Why are you spouting aphorisms at me?" "Because it's two-fucking-thirty in the morning and I need to be up for a six a.m. shift." "Wimp." Riaz gave him the finger. "Get some sleep and chase your wolf tomorrow." Another yawn. "And Coop? Forget about subtle. That's not your style.

She nodded, lower lip trembling for an instant before she got it under control. "I'm such a baby. I was fine as long as I was cleaning up, but as soon as I stopped, I got so angry. Almost as if I was picking up everyone else's anger, too." He matched her smaller strides as they walked, choosing to focus on the lighter aspect of her comment - they'd discuss the other later. "You might be a baby, but you're mine. And I like babysitting.

Tell me," she whispered. And he, the archangel used to keeping a thousand secrets, told her.

I swear to God, if I get shot again, Indigo will strangle me.

I know exactly how strong he is... He is like a peacock, spreading his feathers and squawking loudly to distract you from the back that his body is but weak." -Jason to Mahiya

Where did you get the control sample?" A flash of dark heat raced through him and he knew himself well enough to identify it as a dose of pure jealousy. "From Tamsyn." A pause, as if she was debating whether to continue. "I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive." "Sugar, I'm way past possessive." His voice was no longer fully human.

You"re my mate. Think you can handle that?" It was hard to speak with her heart bursting open. "Think you can handle me?" "So long as you're gentle with me."" Emmett to Ria - Whisper of sin

I'll be gentle." Solemn words that made him want to smile. "I know you're a virgin. Psy don't have sex do they?" "No." Intimate touch was forbidden in the PsyNet. "But I think I have the concept figured out.

To be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

When the kid began to flag, Riley picked her up, swung her onto his back, and kept running. The leopard in Mercy growled in approval - whatever his faults (and they were many and legend), Riley knew how to take care of the innocent.

Your father and Nikita. Man likes to live dangerously." Faith

My God, Seelichka. Even though they cut into your brain, even though they rewired you, you held on to him. No wonder Mishka calls you Silver Fucking Mercant.

Together, hbeebti ." "Always, Archangel.

But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.

As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.

For future reference, I am never, ever going to a ball again without a crossbow and a flamethrower.