Quotes from Nalini Singh

she'd been shaped by the winds of another life. Now

There were very few things he'd ever truly hungered for in life, and he'd never been given any of them. He'd claimed each through sheer, unrelenting will and the grim refusal to surrender.

Though we may have been psychically bonded, to see my ring on my wife's finger, it meant something. To wear hers on mine, it meant even more.

I was seduced by her beauty, my Lady. I was weak and she took advantage." "You are a fool.

My unshed tears had hardened to stone inside me.

Will you wear my ring, Ivy?" Will you permit me to wear yours?

His entire body smiled.

In another life, she could've been a professor. In this life, she'd been a rich man's wife. Now, she was just bones.

Her lush and scalding heat had alternately confused and angered me. Why, I'd thought, couldn't she be like other mothers? Soft and warm and comfortable. Yet at the same time, I'd been proud of having a mother others craved. Fucked up wasn't the half of it.

I might be a self-diagnosed sociopath with a mask for every occasion, but I wasn't a monster.

Seventy-five and seventy-nine and in on hurry to move into a retirement home, they treated old age like an attempt at hostile takeover.

Cupping his face, Ísa kissed him with wild affection. "Thank you for caring." He rolled his eyes. "That's like thanking me for breathing." She was his; of course he'd care for her and those who were important to her.

Do you need tissues for your issues'? I have no idea where she picked it up from, but if only we could fix all our wounds with tissues.

Even lovers of murder had a well-concealed romantic bone or two. Probably buried in the basement under two feet of concrete.

Respect is one thing. being liked and respected, that's true power. People will do anything for you if they like you.

conclusions from his dreams, he thought the next morning as he dressed

Strong fingers against her face, his arm holding her tightly in place. "The blood you taste is freely given," he murmured in her ear. "It intoxicates." She

The instant you run around anyone, Ari, you give them power,' my mother had said. Her lips on my cheek, her fingers around the thin stem of a cocktail glass, diamonds sparkling in the sun. 'Be the one who is pursued.

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

Naasir liked sex, liked touching women's soft, warm bodies, liked driving his cock into their tight, wet sheaths as they screamed his name.

My father used to say I was useless, that I'd never make anything of myself. Now every day someone finds a way to tell me I'm brilliant." "Does that cause mental dissonance?" "If you mean confusion, then no. It's just...it's strange. Like the me that people know is skin suit that I wear for the rest of the world.

boy who had grown up with a monster. "That," he said, "is a matter of opinion. Some would say he was a perfect creation of Silence. Totally without emotion, without empathy. To him, the murders were interesting experiments.

project. "You

Il va falloir qu'on discute de tes manières, murmura-t-il d'un ton plus amusé que contrarié. – Je pourrais te réduire l'esprit en bouillie si je le voulais. – Et alors qui te lécherait jusqu'à l'orgasme ? Nalini, Singh. Psi-Changeling 1: Esclave des Sens.