Quotes from Christine Feehan

I don't like secrets and I abhor lies, yet I find myself saying things that aren't true because it seems in Mikhail's best interest." "He didn't ask it of you, did he? That was your choice," he argued gently. "How much has he told you of himself?" "Not much." Wary now, she felt she was treading on treacherous ground. At all costs, she had to protect Mikhail--even if it meant lying to a priest.

He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe.

She started across the threshold. Mikhail caught her arm. "Your own free will; say it." "My own free will." She stepped into his home, her lashes sweeping down. Raven missed the look of savage joy that lit his dark, chiseled features, but she felt the floor shift beneath her feet. An old, obscure myth rose up to haunt her. Never enter the home of a vampire of your own free will. It gives him power over you.

A grim smile touched Gregori's sensual mouth, his silver eyes humorless and pierced with dangerous light. "They mean to capture us, Mikhail. Us, the two most powerful of our kind. Perhaps they need a real demonstration in power.

Damon Wilder was a man driven to the edge of sanity. Moving to this tiny town on the coast was his last effort to hang onto life.

I feel like you woke me up and now I can't live without you.

Turn here. I'm going to have to carry you up." "Don't talk. You always get your way when you talk." She walked with him a few more yards and stopped, staring up a sheer cliff face that seemed to go up forever. There had been no division between the forest and the rock face to warn her. "Up what? Not that." The dark, malevolent feeling had faded away. Whoever it was no longer was watching them. She could tell. "I feel another argument coming on.

Are you in danger? There was the merest quiver in her voice. Gregori is with me. He wasn't altogether certain that didn't fall under the heading of misleading her, but she'd been through enough.

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? ? Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

Life certainly changes, doesn't it? she asked her birth father. One moment you feel there is no hope, no way out, and the next, the entire world opens up for you. Razvan reached for Ivory's hand. That is the truth, Skyler.

Joshua nodded with a small smile. "I know if you're with her, nothing bad can happen to her. I'll go to school with Marie and Stefan. Of course, if you took me, all the other kids would think I have a big daddy, and they wouldn't try to pick on me." He shrugged. "But Stefan's big. Maybe he'll work.

Whatever he did must work, Father, because I'm not the type to throw myself off a balcony because I've been away from a man a couple of hours." "I guess we should both be hoping Mikhail is getting a taste of his own medicine," Father Hummer said with a small smile.

In their world, once two shadows were connected and totally interwoven, breaking those shadows apart was a frightening prospect. The riders would lose all ability to ride the shadows and the departing non-Ferraro partner would lose all memory of the family and what they did.

You didn't buy me jeans. She couldn't resist teasing him. Women do not belong in men's clothing. He was unruffled. Raven stepped into the shower and released the thick braid so she could shampoo her hair. You don't like the way I look in a pair of jeans? His laughter held deep, genuine amusement. That is a loaded question.

Is it necessary to annoy me?" She arched an eyebrow at him, realizing that her headache was completely gone. "So easy," Raven teased. He leaned closer. "Disrespectful woman. So dangerous, you mean." "Mmm, maybe that, too.

As we are in life; we are in death. Life to life soul to soul life to life

Take a long soak, look over the house, my books, anything you want." He grinned at her boyishly. I have a stack of work beside the computer if you want to try your hand at looking at bids for me." "Exactly how I planned to spend my evening.

Thank you, Gregori, I am in your debt. I intend you to be the father of my lifemate. There was a faint note in his voice, something Mikhail could not name, as though Gregori had already ensured that he would get his wish. I have the feeling Raven's daughter would be more than a handful. Mikhail tested his intuition. I have no doubt I am up to the challenge. Gregori's reply was purposely vague.

My name's all about the bible. Malichai was either just a book or a prophet or both, although my mother couldn't even get the spelling right. That was so like her. [...] But he felt more often, he was the prophet, letting his enemy know he was doomed.

You are up to this, Jacques?" Jacques' smile was a humorless promise of retaliation. "Have no worries about me. I am looking forward to this." Mikhail sighed. "Two bloodthirsty savages thinking they are in the dark ages.

two with a serious gaze. "Don' make the mistake of thinkin' you can go for your holdout guns or your other

No way, you wild man. You aren't Tarzan. I don't like heights. Put me down." "Close your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope.

Two bloodthirsty savages thinking they are in the dark ages." Jacques exchanged a humorless grin with Gregori. "The dark ages were not such a bad time. At least justice could be dispensed easily without worrying about what the women would think.

One last thing," Mikhail was gone almost before she could blink, and returned nearly as fast. He took her left hand in his. "Your people will recognize this as a clear sign that you are taken." She hid her smile. He was so territorial, like a wild animal staking his claim. Like the wolves roaming so freely in his forest.