Quotes from Nalini Singh

Clay, if anyone followed anyone, it was me tagging along after you. I didn't dare order you around." "Load of shit," he muttered, but she thought she heard a softening in his tone. "You fucking made me attend tea parties." She remembered his threat before the first one: "Tell anyone and I'll eat you and use your bones as toothpicks." ~ Talin and Clay dialogue

llium snorted. "I look like a damned duck." His words weren't far off the mark. The feathers that had grown over the injured section were soft, white, and delicately … fluffy. "I hope to hell these baby feathers fall off and get replaced by real ones. They will, won't they?" He sounded worried.

Some things need to be broken to become stronger.

I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." " Then why were you carrying a gun?

Do you scent the same things I do?" Ransom made a face when she described what she'd picked up from the passing vamp. "Yeah, except I don't say shit like 'cinnamon spice with a hint of burnt oak.' I say 'dude smells like an electrified tree with a side of doughnut topping.

How do you know it'll be pleasurable?" He got on the bed and lay down. Breath a whisper, she came closer and tied one wrist to the headboard. The cat growled but didn't try to make him wrench free. "Because just looking at you gives me the most extreme pleasure I've ever felt." "Christ, baby, tie me up before you start talking like that.

You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri." A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. "So I had to come back for you . . . husband.

Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.

Love is the greatest form of loyalty, one that places happiness of the beloved over the lover.

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?' 'By slitting his throat.

If this is death, Guild Hunter,he thought to his mortal as angelfire scored through his bones and touched his heart, then I will see you on the other side.

And if she fell, he'd fall with her.

Voles-tu, mon petit papillon." Illium laughed at Galen's instruction to "fly, little butterfly

Am I too early?" "No. He's waiting for you." The smile faded, to be replaced by a slightly disappointed expression. "I thought you'd be . . . scarier.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover.

Her voice trembled. "I'm so glad you're mine. I won't ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive.

He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him

Ah baby, you know I do what I want." Rubbing his chin on her hair, he squeezed her hip. "Man and wolf, we both adore you. No way am I letting you go after the hell you've put me through over the years.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

A naked blade sheathed in velvet, that was Raphael's voice.

Stay with me. I'll show you things that'll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

A life is not a waste of time