Quotes from Nalini Singh

Tell me something, Raphael? He was already turning, heading to the door. What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter? She hid her smile at his slip. What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend? Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. You can call me 'Master'.

You know how spooky Ashwini is. She called an hour ago to tell me she has a secret stash of handheld grenade launchers she thought I might want to know about. My response was, 'What the fuck?

I'll wait for you to find me again. So don't take too long.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?" "Once." He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. "I married her.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover. What Rissa's death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do a thousand times worse to the man I've become.

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. "Sometimes I really want to"—a frustrated sound—"bite you!" He froze. "I might let you." "I won't do it if you'd enjoy it.

What would you like to call me? That made her pause. Husband was too human, partner factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, mate...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. Mine, she said at last. He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. But for public consumption, you are my consort. Consort, she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. Yes, that fits.

The bastard kissed her. She was so mad, she bit him hard enough to draw blood. Raphael pulled back, lip already beginning to swell. "We are no longer even, Elena. You're now in debt." "You can deduct it from my slow and painful death.

For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He'd been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.

We die...... We die together. That's the deal.

Riley : Do you want to claw at me, kitty-cat? Come on. Mercy: Sorry, I don't beat defenseless puppies.

Sometimes I remember that I can't always protect those I love. Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky. She didn't try to tell him that he wasn't God, that he couldn't protect everyone. He knew that. But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. I wish you'd love me. Why? Because then maybe you could protect me, too. Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.

You don't fear me, he said now. She wasn't stupid enough to lie. I'm petrified. But I figure you didn't make me come all this way just so you could push me off the roof.

He has a fascination with mortals. Raphael had said that to her before she'd woken with wings of midnight and dawn. Why are you starting at me, Ellie? Illium said without taking his eyes from the blade dancing around his fingers. The words were instinctive, something she might as easily have said to rib Ransom. You're so pretty, it's difficult to resist. A flashing grin, a hint of that aristocratic English accent in his response. It's hard to be me, it's true.

Mercy laughed. "You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability." "What?" "Testosterone.

This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith

Are your eyelashes like your hair?" "Yes. They're very beautiful—want to see?" Her lips twitched. "Vanity is a sin,Bluebell." "When you have it, flaunt it, I say." -Elena and Illium

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?" "Once." He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. "I married her.

A lot of women have trouble with their mothers-in-law." Raphael's look was priceless. "My mother is an insane archangel.

Option 1: Attempt to back out. Probable result: Death after painful torture. Option 2: Do the job and hope. Probable result: Death but probably no torture (good)

Sometimes he hated that voice in his brain, the one that slapped him upside the head anytime he got too stupid. Funny, it happened a lot with Sienna.