Quotes from Nalini Singh

I never saw her down, you know? But those last two times, it was like she was . . . fading. As if someone was stealing her spirit.

Elena didn't look away—she'd rather face death than have her mind invaded, for what was that if not another form of crawling?

Sunshine. That's what she was. Sunshine. Bright. A thing of life. A thing that could burn. And this heart, it beat only for her. It could murder for her. For love. For Sunshine.

Perhaps this Beauty might just be willing to love her Beast.

razors against his skin as he gripped her hand. "Glen thinks your motor controls somehow shorted out at the same time that you had a problem with your nervous system." His voice was ragged, raw with anger. "The countdown's speeded up." Even if Ming gave them the key, even if that

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body—but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

I am more than a face and a body. I am Hira. But no one wishes to know Hira.

The Cascade, according to everything they'd been able to discover, was a confluence of time and certain critical events that led to a surge of power in the Cadre. All of the archangels would grow in strength, some might be touched with madness, but none would remain the same. Neither would the world, for the archangels were part of its very fabric.

Raphael: "Ä°nsanl???n bizim için hiçbir deÄŸeri yok," dedi. "Kar?ncalardan farklar? yok, kolayca baÅŸlar? ezilebilir, hemen yerine baÅŸkas? konabilir." sy73

Each hour, every hour of peace was a treasure. War boiled black and violent on the horizon, and when it came, it would engulf the world.

The idea of ever again being caught unarmed and vulnerable was her worst nightmare.

Elena, Raphael'in sözlerinde geleceÄŸini görebiliyordu. "Benim an?lar?m? almazs?n," diye hat?rlatt? ona. "O aÅŸamaya geldiÄŸimizde bana istediÄŸini yapabilirsin ama an?lar?m? almaya kalkma." "Ölmeyi mi tercih edersin?" "Evet." "Öyle olsun" sf 364

Slater Patalis had been drawn to their suburban home because of Elena. Until that awful, cruel day a lifetime ago, they'd been a family of six. Jeffrey, Marguerite, and their four girls. Mirabelle, with her hot blood and wild affection. Ariel, even tempered and bossy and protective. Elena, who wanted to do everything her older sisters did, and Beth, too young to truly remember now who they'd been together before Slater Patalis walked through the kitchen door.

Maybe because there was a difference between the brutal but honest law of the wild, and cool, clear-eyed murder to increase the power of the very people most apt to misuse it.

Leaving them alive would've been a sign of weakness, and Tatiana expects weakness from the 'emotional' races. What the bitch doesn't understand is that rage is an emotion, too.

Lifting up her head, she kissed his throat. "How do you feel about carrying on a secret affair with the Guild Director?" She couldn't let him go. Not without a fight. "I prefer the world know full well I consider a woman mine." An uncompromising answer. "Secrets just come back to bite you in the ass.

Squeezing him tight once more, she turned and walked away. He was right to do it this way. Whatever they had, the sweet, shining promise she could still see hovering on the horizon, it deserved to be left whole, instead of being crushed under the weight of unmet expectations.

You are so perfect for me ... I'd steal you if you weren't already mine

He nipped at her upper lip. "I bought the tux." She blinked. "You bought the tux." Bubbles of happiness burst into life inside her, rich and golden. "More cost-effective than renting one if you plan to use it a lot.

She'd sensed from the start that he was no angel. Still, he'd attracted her, the changeling heart of her sensing a strength in him that would complement and nurture her own.

That works." The tightness in her chest eased. "Kind of seems one-sided though. You're giving up everything." "I get you." A simple statement that meant more than she could ever articulate.

Allowing his own power to rise, he felt his wings begin to glow. "You carry no babe." Silence, her shock morphing rapidly into fury. "An accusation of deliberate falsehood! You incite a war!

Flaws make us who we are, Ivy. Without them, we might as well be made of plas, featureless and indistinct. Never ever be ashamed of your flaws.

I leave you going blue and thinking I'm going to have to dig a grave, and return to find you -- well exercised.