Quotes from Christine Feehan

We used various things to cope with whatever ordeals we went through as children… Traumatized is just a word to describe those things, it isn't a judgment.

He studied her expression, the look in her eyes. His heart contracted. He didn't know what love looked like. He knew she was capable of great self-sacrifice and loyalty, and maybe that was what love was.

Come on, ghost man. You want this. You want to live. I know you do. Breathe for me. Take a breath.

She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.

All right baby. If you have that kind of courage, the kind that will face a monster, I have to have it too. You F**** terrify me, woman

I'm totally susceptible to good looks. On the other hand, I don't like bossy men, so if you want worshipping from me, you'll have to keep your mouth closed and let me boss you.

Say it,Gregori, she bit out between clenched teeth. I need to hear you say it. I am saying it, lifemate. Can you not hear me?

She was strong. She had embraced his world. His soul was intact, and that mattered to him. Living mattered to him.

Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.

There was always a trail, skin cells, a scent, thermal imaging, parts left behind that the riders called prints. Sometimes those proved helpful when tracking an individual, especially if they were fresh.

Because you think you've changed your lifestyle. You haven't, you know. In a day or two there will be a killing in this city and you will be on the hunt without a backward glance, without a single thought for me, just as you did before." Gabriel smiled at her, his teeth very white. "I will have no choice but to hunt the vampire, but I will not only look back, I will come back.

Beloved. Heart of mine. I know you are weary. Forgive me. I cannot let you go. There is no other for me. You can do this—for me. For us. Fight for us, beloved.

Are you attempting to distract me from my task with your wanton thoughts? " There was a curling caress in Gabriel's voice, brushing at the walls of her mind, flooding her body with heat and excitement. " Wanton thoughts? You need a checkup, my boy. Your fantasy world seems to be growing larger with each passing day. I wanted you home to take out the trash.

We can only choose to go forward. We can't change what's behind us. What was done to us by others, by our parents, by anyone. Even what we did. It is done. We have to live with it. Our responsibility is to move forward and do the best we can, be the best we can." Mama Anat

Her body had been asleep but now it was wide awake and very aware of every inch of the Iceman. She'd already nicknamed him and thought of him as 'her' Iceman, even if it was just in her fantasies.

So we both pray this child is a female and that she grows to love and cherish you as we do, that this is the one who will be your other half." Gregori stirred as if to say something. Do not say anything! Mikhail hissed in the healer's head. She believes the child will have a choice. Gregori bowed his head mentally to Mikhail. If Mikhail chose to allow his wife the comforting if false thought that the female child would have a choice in such a matter, then so be it.

He found he was holding his breath. A part of him wished she had a man. That she wouldn't look up, see him and smile that innocent, shy smile that told him she was interested in a monster. On the other hand, if she didn't smile at him that way, he'd be crushed. Shattered.

Savannah must remain his. He drew a last breath, taking her scent into his body and holding it there as his heart ceased to beat.

She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible.

His smile was warm, impossible to ignore, and did something to her insides, making her feel happy. Happiness wasn't something she was used to feeling and it shocked her a little.

We're celebrating tonight, Ricco said, raising his glass. To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner.

He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.

I don't want the world, Draden. I just want you. Here. Now. Whatever we've got in the time we have left.

Already he knew she was the one he wanted, and it had nothing to do with their shadows coming together.