Quotes from Christine Feehan

He was a machine, not feeling the grueling effects on his muscles as he made the slow crawl between targets, but the longer he was in the field, moving from kill to kill, the more he felt eyes on him.

She gave a little delicate sniff. You're supposed to be explaining yourself. When one's lifemate refuses to claim his woman, there should be a reasonable explanation. You have no desire for me to claim you, he pointed out. That's beside the point. Dark Lycan, Christine Feehan

Savannah's mind brushed his and found genuine regret for her sorrow. How did you find me? I always know where you are, every moment. Five years ago you said you needed time, and I gave it to you. But I've never left you. I never will. -Savannah & Gregori

He had to find a woman who would have the genetics to produce children capable of riding the shadows and carrying on their work. That was his obligation. He could never simply fall in love; he had to fall in love with the right person. The odds of finding that were so slim, most riders never believed it could happen.

This is my lifemate, who remains unclaimed and quite happy about it.

I know I was born for the sole purpose of being that man who will stand in front of you. When you're there in that dark place where it feels like a thousand demons are tearing you apart, know I'm there with you. Always, tesoro, because you are my treasure and my only.

He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal.

For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.

Well I'm not. Jumping for joy, I mean,that you're my lifemate. I can't have a lifemate right now. I've got issues.

I knew the moment I saw your courage on that plane, Nicoletta. I knew you. What was inside you, and I knew I had to learn to be man enough to deserve to call you mine.

He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.

Only you can teach me the right way to be part of something I have never had the chance to experience.

Don't be afraid of me like you are of him. I would never hurt you. Never. I don't hurt women.

There's something real here. I feel connected to nature. My mind is still and calm. I love to hear the birds sing and the wind move through the leaves on the trees.

Communication is very important between us at all times. He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way.

His hands went to the front of her blouse and her heart began to pound. Nicolae, this really is a good movie. Is it? he murmured, clearly distracted.

It wasn't her looks that caught his interest or made him stand utterly still. It was her shadow. The sun was throwing light perfectly to create tall, full shadows. Hers leaked long tentacles. Thin. Like streaks reaching out toward the shadows around her. Everywhere there was a shadow, hers connected to it with the long feelers--with long tubes.

Torpedo Ink welcomes opinions, and we listen to everyone with equal attention. Say what you want, baby. You're free.

Vittorio's breath left his lungs in a long rush of shock. Something tight in his chest loosened. Someplace vulnerable. Someplace guarded and protected. He pressed his hand tightly over the spot, feeling as if that voice had been a key, fitting perfectly into the lock and turning it before he had a chance to react

If she drank enough, she might just dare to get on the back of his bike and ride off with him. She wouldn't look back. She wouldn't want to look back. He would be enough for her. She could make a life with him, she knew she could.

You love family and are loyal to them no matter the circumstances. I am the same way. I want that trait in my wife. I want that instilled in my children.

He was certain she had an infirmity, some rare, peculiar mental disorder from birth, that made her do the opposite of what any authority figure told her.

His girl was an adrenaline junkie. Who knew? That beautiful little angel face liked to do crazy shit. He was all kinds of crazy. He might just suit her. Hell, he fucking hoped so.

She was bound to him, body and soul, as he was to her. For the first time in centuries he felt hope. And to a male Carpathian on the verge of turning vampire, hope was the only thing left.