Quotes from Christine Feehan

Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can.

We will meet you at the cabin. Do you both have dark glasses and protective clothing? Shea does, and I can fashion mine easily enough. She is still too weak to attempt shape-shifting, and she will not go to ground. Nor will I. Jacques heard the echo of Gregori's derision. Women were to be protected from their own foolish desire to be in the thick of conflict. When you find your lifemate, healer, your own clear thinking perhaps will cloud , Jacques defended himself.

She tilted her chin determinedly. 'I always want the truth from you, Dayan. Without that between us, we have nothing at all.'

I don't joke about sex, not when it comes to you. I'm absolutely serious about it. And there's never joking about marriage. That's a sacred, serious topic.

After what happened to Noelle, I could not bear for the same thing to happen to Eleanor. And this was the first time you ever warned one of us off a woman." Mikhail managed a wry smile. "The experience is new to me. Until it is not quite so new and raw, it is best I keep her as close to me as possible. Right now she is arguing with me." Byron looked shocked. "She argues with you?" "She has her own mind.

His body hurt all the time. The bullets had torn into him; not only him, but his leopard as well, nearly killing both of them. He wished they had succeeded.

Cheating? It just says he's really nothing and he doesn't respect himself or me. I'd rather live on my own.

Amaryllis felt overwhelmed with a sudden rising emotion she could only identify as love, and that scared her to death. She had never expected to feel so much for another human being.

She expelled her breath and he breathed in his name. Soft.

He rested his chin on her belly, his eyes that peculiar shade of Florentine gold. When his eyes were that color, his gaze seemed to burn his name right into her bones, branding her his.

Don't listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me and threw me against the wall with unbelievable strength. She is unclean." Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I'm beginning to wish I did have all that power you think I have. I'd find a way to keep you from talking.

The ice was there. The distance between him and the rest of the world.

Byron guarded both bodies, stepping away from the priest to face the surrounding woods when the first ripple of energy reached him. Someone approached, someone of power, which wasn't entirely unexpected when their prince lay in a pool of blood.

He'd grown up a criminal. A man who hurt others. A man who destroyed the lives of others. A man who killed. That was who and what he was, and no matter how hard he tried to climb out of that world of blood and treachery, there was no getting out. Never. He didn't have much to live for.

I have come to believe that fate hands us our destiny. Maybe I needed to endure the things in my life to be worthy of traveling by your side. Maybe you needed to endure your life in order to fulfill a great destiny. What we did shaped us and honed us into what we are now.

He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.

Disorder keeps increasing if things are left to themselves.

She kept her arm firmly around his waist, fitting under his shoulder when she never would have walked so Intimately with a man. Strangely, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked thinking of him as hers to take care of...

Listen to them. The wolves. They're singing to him, for him. They know he's hurt." Jacques opened the car door for her. His dark eyes, so like Mikhail's, slid over her. "You are very unusual." "So Mikhail says.

Your woman knows how to deal with trauma?" Absinthe prompted. His woman walked on water.

Everything inside of him stilled. Calmed. Reached. He studied the woman. Her eyes were incredible, but wary. Intelligent. Knowledgeable. As if she recognized him, too, in some elemental way.

The healer is right, you know. This is far too dangerous to allow you to do. I do not know what I was thinking." "The healer can mind his own business." Shea sent Jacques a haughty, over-the-shoulder glare. "The healer may be an intelligent miracle-worker, but he does not know the first thing about women. Don't make the mistake of listening to him in that particular department.

There isn't much left in me at all. Until you. You're the good. Don't take that away from me.

Raven has to feel I have reverence for human life." He offered the explanation by way of an apology. "You do," Gregori snapped, his voice terse. "More than you probably should.