Quotes from Christine Feehan

There is nowhere you go and nothing you do that is not known to me. We are one, piccola.

You are --sivamet-- of my heart. I love you, little one. Those are the words of both your people and mine, and they come from my heart.

You are not helping , Gregori pointed out. And I must say, this is strange to be the one cautioning you against violence. Very funny.

She realized she was afraid of Xaviero, but was no longer completely and utterly terrified of him. Somehow, in confronting her worst nightmare, she gained confidence in herself.

Though he had spent much time with Gregori, he had never seen anything like this before. The vampire's chest was blown away, but his tainted blood had not seeped out because the wound was cauterized by the blast. The heart had turned to black, useless ashes. He shook his head. Gregori was nature at its most lethal.

She laughed softly, wrapping up him up in her love. We asked for wolves, remember? I think the old adage be careful what you wish for might apply here.

She took a slow look around her at Stefano's siblings. All of them stood as still as statues. Beautiful, gorgeous specimens of human beings, tough and dangerous, waiting for her signal, completely prepared to protect her at any cost.

Mikhail lifted her into his arms, urging her legs around his waist. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him entering her, savoring the slow ride, the natural undulation of her body. "I could live here, like this," she whispered. "Funny," he watched the sensations pouring over her face, felt them filling her mind. "I had exactly the same thought.

Lazar didn't beat loyalty into me, Mitya said. He taught me how to hate. He taught my leopard how to hate. How to feel that terrible burning need for vengeance.

he's seen too much violence, too many terrible things, and it's pulled him deeper and deeper into darkness. When I'm close to him I can feel that. He stands like a guardian in front of some evil, malevolent gate and holds monsters at bay so the rest of us can go about our lives and never know we were even threatened.

For my beloved lifemate, my heart and my soul. This is my gift to you.

It will take time, little one, but give our ways a chance. There are wondrous things we can do. Concentrate on the things you would enjoy. Shape-shifting, flying with birds, running free with the wolves." Her small fist jammed into her mouth to stop a strangled sound somewhere between fear and hysterical laughter.

Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over his heart as an unknown emotion seized it hard, wrenching, twisting, forcing that lock to open so that his own music could be heard pounding in his ear, beating like a lost drum seeking the right rhythm.

Raven woke slowly, in a dense fog, layers and layers of it. Somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to wake, but nevertheless it was imperative she do so. She pried her eyes open and turned her head toward the window. Sunlight was streaming in. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the covers sliding away to expose bare skin. "Mikhail," she whispered aloud, "you take altogether too many liberties.

Gregori hit the door with the palm of his hand, splintering the heavy oak, staying well to the side of the entrance. A shotgun blast was loud, echoing into the night. The trap could have been sprung by any one of the villagers. "That will bring the good citizens running," Gregori said drily.

When one welcomes death, one has nothing to lose in a fight, he explained to his cousin. He always has the advantage.

Her neck throbbed and burned for a moment. She peeled back her top to examine the wound. It was a strange mark, like a teenager's love bite, but more intense. She blushed at the memory of how he'd put it there. Did the man have to be sexy on top of everything else?

I would never bring a woman into my personal hell. I know Lazar is coming. You know it as well. I would be divided. Need to protect her. Want to live for her. She would be his Achilles heel.

Gregori's cool silver gaze slid over him as Mikhail relinquished the herbs. "It is a wonder you have been able to tie your shoes without me all of these centuries." Mikhail sank down beside his brother, one hand over his burning eyes. "It is more of a wonder you have stayed alive with your ostentatious displays. Remind me to remove my impressionable brother from your disrespectful presence before your winning ways rub off on him.

I've got some bad news for you, Larry. The sad truth is, I'd rather pull out my fingernails one by one than sleep with you." She slipped out of the low-slung car. "Your breath stinks, Lar, and let's just face it—you're a creep." She slammed the door with such force he winced visibly.

Are you all right?" he asked gently. "No. I'm never going to be all right again," she said, meaning it. "Jesse, I was looking for normal. I don't think that's what this is. This is obsession, addiction, something crazy. We could kill each other." He rubbed his mouth over her neck. "There's so much more. I could spend days, weeks, showing you more." "I wouldn't survive more," she said

My grandmother used to say, Don't frown, Ania, laughter is so much better for the world. Give your family and friends that gift always.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

That's right, hotshot. A woman defeated you. Go to hell thinking about that.