Quotes from Nalini Singh

It was so easy to win the trust of children, but this child would never be in a position where that trust could get her killed. Her alpha father and empath mother would never permit it. Neither would her deadly grandmother.

I had sex," Drew said with a grin. "Lots and lots and lots of sex." Indigo threw a balled-up piece of paper at him, but she was grinning. Catching the paper, he said, "Hey, no use in good energy going to waste.

Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you're angry.

How did you notice that?" "Because I notice you.

We never finished our dance." "We never will. This dance we're in, it's forever.

A finely tuned spike of pain speared through his skull, signalling a detectable breach in his conditioning. He didn't want to stop his decent into chaos. What he wanted was to hurt the men who'd dared look at her.

If I am the menace, then you must be the trouble.

His eyes fixed on hers, the gold flecks darkening to amber. "An assassin who looks after his own skin? That's exactly what I am, Brenna. I would rather die than harm you, but anyone else? I could kill them without blinking. It's what I was born to do.

When did you get so bossy, Ms. Baird?" "Self-defense against a certain T-Rex.

I won't take advantage of you. Today, I'll be your friend." "Fen has been my friend for decades," she said, sliding her arm into his when he offered it to her. "And he never presumed to put his mouth on mine." "Obviously I'll be a different kind of friend.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. She pulled him back, but he was more interested in running his gaze over the sheen of wetness on her breast, wetness he had caused. A surge of possessiveness gripped him by the throat. Yes, she was most definitely his...

his consort didn't recognize the fear that drove her to ask such questions, a fear that could be encapsulated in seven simple words that formed a vicious sentence: Will this flaw make you reject me? ... She knew she held Raphael's heart, she knew, and yet a wary, wounded part of her worried he'd change his mind one day, find her no longer worthy of loving.

Hope is the greatest gift and the greatest evil...Hope saved us and hope might yet kill us.

He and Brenna were different in one crucial respect, a difference they had both gone to great lengths to avoid discussing - the lack of a mating bond between them. He was a psychic being. He would have seen it had it been present in any form. That it wasn't, was a sign that though they might be drawn to each other, they weren't made to fit. He didn't give a damn. He was keeping her.

We are not that anymore. We are not only assassins trained to die and to kill. We do not abandon the weak or the hurt. And we never, ever leave our own behind." That, he decided at that instant, would be the new motto of the squad, be what all trainee Arrows were taught. No Arrow is disposable. No Arrow is to be left behind.

I didn't realize," she said in a voice so polite it drew blood, "that fawning over you was part of the job requirement.

For crissakes, you're the frickin' poster boy for DarkRiver with your 'Gee, shucks, I'm harmless' act." Dorian was used to being ribbed about his looks. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a surfer hanging out for the right wave than blooded DarkRiver sentinel. "Look who's talking, Miss Bikini Babe 2067.

I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.

Well, Kaleb's voice whispered in Nikita's mind, it seems this will make strange bedfellows out of us all.

God you're obstinate." It was a snarl. "Must make me a masochist that I like that about you." Her wolf bared its canines, charmed but trying not to allow it to matter. "I only get worse the more you know me. Consider it a lucky escape.

You're the best of us." A potent statement. "The best. The strongest, the smartest, and the one with a heart stubborn enough that it resisted Silence and cared for the most damaged among us.

Without you, I would be a monster.

He really was a very bad leader in that respect—and it was why his Arrows gave him their unswerving dedication. All of them rejects from the world, from their families. No one else had ever come for them, ever would. Silence or not, it mattered that Aden would.