Quotes from Christine Feehan

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

We have to actually choose a name, Kane murmured above her head. We can't keep calling him 'baby.' When he's fifteen he might resent it.

I'll be damned if I apologize for the choices I've made. They were hard decisions, but I had good reasons for making them.

I absolutely love you, Briony, and I am on my knees. So we're getting married - right? But say it fast before we get shot. Only Jack would ask - if you could call it asking - in the middle of a battlefield, with a man lying dead at his feet.

If you need to talk about your childhood, you're safe with me. If you need to break into a million pieces, I'm right here, Lev. I'll find them all, I'm good at details, and I'll put you back together. You're safe here.

She didn't want soft and gentle. She needed his rough possession, claiming her, branding her, taking her in a firestorm of heat and flame that would end the world around them, leaving them nothing but ashes, clean and fierce and forever welded together.

Don't worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I'll do my best to look all gushy when you pound your chest.

We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.

Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everything had changed. She swept him into a tidal wave of pure sensation, and he willingly let go and let her take him with her.

The secret weapon is cucumber.' Solange sat all the way up. 'Jasmine, cover your ears.' MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. 'Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.' 'MY mind is just fine, thank you. It's MaryAnn's I'm concerned about.' 'You put them on your eyes,' MaryAnn said, laughing even harder.

And of course I'm a chauvinist, but it isn't my fault. It isn't? No, Jack was born first and I share his genes. I can't help it if he infected me inside the womb. Briony burst out laughing. I should have known that would be your excuse.

Everyone knows ladies love Cajuns. It's in our blood and our language is the language of romance. Your language is the language of bullshit. You're just a couple of good ole boys with pretty faces. Women just ought to know better.

You aren't worried are you? Why should I be worried? It's just another day in the neighborhood. You know - bombs, fires, people shooting at you. Why should I be worried? Especially since we could be clothes shopping or boarding a plane. I'm not in the least worried. Hmmm, he mused allowed. I read about this in the relationship manual. It's called womanly sarcasm and usually means a man is in deep trouble.

He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she'd touched. The part that needed her to save him.

Your name is Lily Whitney. You are the woman I want at my side night and day. I want you to be the mother of my children someday. I want you for my lover. I want you for the person I turn to when the world gets to be too much.

He had known he wanted her, that it was for all time, but he hadn't realized what was between them. A priceless gift, a treasure beyond his dreams. She was wrapped so tight inside of him, he knew it was more than his body and mind. More than his heart. She was entrenched in his soul. (Ryland, on Lily)

I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.

Cute? You think he's cute? What's cute about him? ... Well, yes. He's got that smile, that really bad boy smile, and a great backside. On page eighty of the relationship manual, it clearly states, you cannot look at another man's backside, especially if you think it's great.

Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.

I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.

I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.

He was demanding. He always would be. But sometimes, he was so vulnerable and she realized she had power in the relationship as well. She hadn't expected that. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him. He just acted arrogant and bossy, but deep down, where it counted, he didn't want to lose her either.

There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?

I know you so well, dragon king, you only get that particular look on your face when you're burning to give me one of your lectures. Do I give you lectures ? Oh, I don't mind. I think you're kind of cute when you do, and I don't really listen anyway.