Quotes from Christine Feehan

Suddenly she could barely breathe. She was always calm, yet now, in the face of the knowledge that she might never find her brother, never be able to tell him that she cared, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't find a way to catch her breath.

He forced air through his lungs and with it, brought in the scent of Amaryllis. The moment he took her in, his world changed. Lightened. She could do that, without doing more than existing.

You are my life, little one. We will ask Father Hummer to marry us in the way of your people." His white teeth gleamed at her. His dark eyes were warm with contentment. "I will accept the marriage as binding, and you will erase the word divorce and all of its meanings from your memory. That will please me." He grinned at her, male amusement taunting her.

Healer, hear me. I have need of blood, and this one before me, Julian, the golden twin, has said you will vouch for him. No one can voice for one such as Julian. He is a loner, a law unto himself, but his blood is untainted. If Julian turns, it will be Aidan or I who hunts him, no others. Avail yourself of what he offers. "Did he give me a good recommendation?" Julian's smile was frankly sardonic.

Do not try to leave me, Raven." The car drew up in front of the inn. "I hold what is mine, and make no mistake, you are mine.

You must make him completely crazy. The hotshot thing was great. I would be willing to bet it was the first time he was ever called that." "It's good for him. If more people gave him a little trouble, he would be more--" She hesitated, searching for the right word. She laughed softly. "He'd be more something. Amenable." "Amenable? There's a description that we can never use in the same sentence with Mikhail.

How do you manage to turn everything to your advantage?" His hand found the bare skin of her satin-smooth thigh, reveling in all that warm heat. "I do not know the answer to that, little one. Perhaps it is sheer talent.

Dragomir knew he'd never given much thought to love. He'd thought about his lifemate often. He'd been obsessed with finding her for centuries, but he'd never considered what he would feel when he found her. Not love. Not this overwhelming, terrifying feeling that shook him to his core. He hadn't known love could be felt through one's entire body. That it could manifest itself physically.

Be very careful tonight and tomorrow. Do not leave your room until Mikhail contacts you." Raven rolled her eyes, made a face at him. "I'll be fine." "You do not understand. If anything happened to you, we would lose him.

Never had any trouble distinguishing between a varmint and a gentleman. Where I come from, we get rid of the varmints.

I told you I loved you because I do. Absolutely I do. Every minute I spend in your company, I find I love you more." A slow smile curved his mouth and he lay back against the pillows. "I knew you'd fall for me, woman. It's the way I wash dishes, isn't it?

Come, Raven. We must leave now." Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire's face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth twisted with cruelty. You cannot allow him to touch you. Mikhail's dictating was grating on already raw nerves. I am not stupid.

In his entire life he'd never had the inclination to gather a woman up, cradle her against his chest and rock her just to soothe her—until now. -Maxim's thoughts

I think you've managed to put some kind of spell on me." "If I did," he whispered, "it backfired, and I managed to ensnare myself as well.

Do you believe there is hope for their race?" The priest made the sign of the cross on her forehead, on the insides of each of her wrists. "You are their hope, Raven. Don't you know that?

Why do you force what I would have given, had you simply asked? She held her breath, feeling his puzzlement. I am sorry, little one. I am used to getting my way with the least amount of effort. Even at the expense of simple courtesy? Sometimes it is more expedient. She punched the pillow. You need to work on your arrogance. Simply because you possess power does not mean you have to flaunt it.

Thank God I didn't kill him. I wanted to bash him one but, you know, without the consequences of him dying.

Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point.

Your name, please, little one. It was asked with grave courtesy. Raven found herself smiling in spite of everything. Raven. Raven Whitney. So, Raven Whitney, eat, rest. I will return at eleven for our chess match.

How could so many people over hundreds of years tell such similar stories without some truth to the legend?" "A living corpse?" Raven's eyebrows shot up. "I don't know about the Middle Ages, but I'd notice if dead people started walking around, dragging off children." "There is that," Mikhail agreed.

You need to remember how to play, to laugh. You need to learn to like yourself more." The hard edges of his mouth softened, curved. "You sound like the priest." "I hope you confessed that you took advantage of me," she teased.

You're crazy, you know that? This is one of the most magnificent lightning storms I've ever seen, and I didn't even notice until now." He grinned at her suggestively, rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Says something." "Exactly," she agreed. "You're crazy, and I must be, too.

I don't know all that much about things, Abbey, but I do know guilt can eat you alive. You can't let it rule your life.

I happen to know what family you come from, although I know I'm not supposed to know, and I'm certain you can manufacture proof of anything you want." "That's true. I can. But I didn't. -Airiana & Maxim