Quotes from Nalini Singh

Never forget that half your genetic material came from me. Perhaps even the part that gave you your conscience.

We'll take the Aventador," Fox said. "It hugs the road like you do my cock when I'm inside you." "Fox." She pushed at one muscled arm, to his wicked grin. "I cannot believe you just compared me to a car!" "No, I compared the car to you," he pointed out, one hand on the steering wheel, the big SUV moving so smoothly it appeared an extension of his body. "She gives me a sweet ride, but nothing comes close to my Molly.

If all the strong ones leave, then the Council will be completely without limits. I am precisely where I need to be.

In his two hundred and seventy-five years on this earth, he had walked in battle and bathed in blood, felt the hot kiss of a whip on his back, the cold thrust of a knife into his gut, but never had he been called an infant until this moment.

If he laid on the Irish any thicker, she'd be drowning in shamrocks.

Whatever life throws at you,know that it's the universe testing you to see how committed you are.

Hawke continued to walk beside his lieutenant— a man who, as a result of his incredible feats during the battle in San Francisco, now had a fan club. Complete with "I (heart) Judd" and "Judd Is My Boyfriend" memorabilia. In the normal course of events, civilians wouldn't have gotten anywhere near the former Arrow, but it had been impossible to evacuate the entire city prior to the Pure Psy attack.

True beauty is in how that person makes you feel. When a man truly loves you, the longer you are together, the more beautiful you will be to him. When he looks at you and you look at him, you won't just see the surface. You will see everything you shared, everything you've been through, and every happy moment you hope for.

In a world of those who follow the rules without deviation those who innovate even in the shadows, will rule. Never be a carbon copy." -Ena

El hombre no estaba en el Silencio, solo era muy, muy, muy, bueno mostrando solo lo que deseaba

Freedom and love are entwined. —Lady Sharine

That's what happens when the rot comes from the top. People turn into mindless sheep.

IN THE YEAR 1979, the Psy race made the decision to embrace Silence and condition all emotion out of their young; to become without hope or despair, anger or fear, sorrow or joy.

That hard soldier's body made her want to do all sorts of deliciously erotic things _ she wondered if he had enough flesh on him to bite or if her teeth would slide off.

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

A civil war that has awakened a whispering understanding in the populace about the ugly irony of Silence: in creating a society that rewards lack of emotion, the Psy have created fertile ground for the rise of psychopathic personalities to the leadership of their race. An individual who feels nothing is, after all, the perfect graduate of Silence. Ruthless. Cold-blooded. Without mercy . . . without conscience.

I felt him and didn't resist the power draw. I knew Aden would never do something like that unless he was in danger." And that, Zaira thought, was why she had always trusted Vasic. Even when she'd been jealous of him, she'd known he wouldn't hesitate to stand with Aden against any threat.

That didn't mean she didn't still fear loneliness. She always would, the scar too old and too deeply set into her psyche—but she was no longer held hostage to her need.

I know when to retreat, when to lull my opponent into a false sense of security… and when to launch a final, victorious strike.

Rabbit had taken to following Vasic around, leaning up against his leg any time he stopped. Vasic didn't rebuke their pet, always finding time to stop and touch Rabbit before going about his work again. But Rabbit wouldn't be soothed, as Ivy couldn't be soothed.

Don't judge him by his Ice Man persona. He's different. "No, he's not sweetheart," Andrew said. "I think Judd's the same as any wolf in the den--he simply hides his animal better." Coming from a changeling, being called an animal was the highest of compliments.

Though her breathing had gone shallow, she moved like lightning, her legs scissoring to take out those of the stupid, stupid man who'd stood so close to her.

I don't want to be in a world where he doesn't get to survive. How is that in any way fair?

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.