Quotes from Nalini Singh

Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia's sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed it out and felt immediately better. "Right, Ellie, pack it away until your archangel gets home. Your focus is fixing this mess of Harrison's.

A veces la ira puede ser algo bueno. Hace que sigas adelante cuando no queda nada más.

I feel like a moth drawn to the flame." Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn't stop herself.

You wanted to play, baby." Soft words that had her freezing in place. "So we'll play.

En ese caso, ella te matará a ti. Te convertirá en mortal.

There was just one problem—he didn't want any other woman. He wanted the violet-eyed soldier who had, completely justifiably, told him to fuck off.

Si esto es la muerte, cazadora - le dijo a su mortal mientras el fuego de ángel se abría camino desde sus huesos hasta su corazón - te veré al otro lado.

It was a fear sad and terrible in what it demanded from her . . . and beautiful in what it said of who he was to her.

I could be wrong, but red hair is common in one particular family in this area of the Psy. The NightStar line has an unusually high incidence of the recessive gene." Sascha sounded utterly Psy at that moment. That was to be expected. She hadn't been cat for much more than a few months. It would take time.

white marble bridges with dragons sleeping on the end-posts; paved courtyards replete with trees, each strung with twinkling silk lanterns in lieu of fruit; courtiers clothed in a myriad of jewel tones.

It was, she had to admit, some kind of wonderful to be kissed so deliciously by the only man who had dared play with her cat with the intention of winning.

Joder, Rafael... Como tenga que beber sangre, voy a dejar tu maravilloso cuerpo seco. -Elena

The Protocol. Silence. A choice made generations ago to wipe out violence, but that had also succeeded in wiping out joy, laughter, and love. It had made the Psy an emotionless, robotic race that excelled in business and technology but produced no forms of art, no great music, no works of literature.

A dark god. And she knew that thought was her own. Because the very thing that repelled her about Raphael also attracted her. Power.

Estoy loca por ti, arcángel. A veces me das un miedo de muerte, pero quiero bailar contigo de todas formas. -Elena a Rafael

Don't hurt us and we won't hurt you. DR. A day later, a response had been found in Lucas's lair. Agreed. SD.

She was only forty-seven according to the file his aide had put together for him, but had gone totally gray by thirty-two. That early sign of aging was a genetic family trait that hadn't been bred out, likely because it gave the possessors a regal appearance, regardless of their chronological age.

Fuck fear. I won't allow it to steal my life from me—and you shouldn't either.

Nothing is stronger than the will of the human heart

Elena bile BaÅŸmelek Raphael'in hayranl?k uyand?rmak için yarat?ld??? gerçeÄŸine kar?? koyamazd?. Adam adeta tap?lmak için yarat?lm??t?. sy.35

The female archangel leaned back in her chair. 'I woke to the sound of something tapping against my window. I assumed it to be a trapped bird and got up to release it.' The image should've been incongruous with Michaela's selfish beauty, but there was a powerful sense of truth in her words. Perhaps, to be 'human' in her eyes, you had to have wings.

When I create works of art, I do it because it is part of me and I must create. But afterward, when the work is done, I hope that it'll speak to people, that it'll open up their hearts or their minds. That cannot happen if the art is buried for safekeeping.

Masumiyetle gücün tuhaf kar???m?n? kendine yak?n tutabilmek için, ölümsüzlüÄŸünden bir parça fedakarl?k etmesine deÄŸmez miydi? sy.379

Sugar, remember—" "One of your best ideas, cher." Secret rules, she thought, her eyes on his profile as he watched the sky rain color, secret play. When he met her eyes, his own reflecting the sky, she said, "Full throttle." The smile faded from his lips, raw emotion in his voice as he repeated the vow. "Full throttle.