Quotes About Gregori

I can't swallow Gregori's insistent proposal of the Toothpuller as M's and I think M used help on the second versions of early paintings like Lute Player II.

Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled. "I've got a nice, big one you can borrow," Gregori suggested.

I'm talking about doing something good for mankind. Imagine how awesome everyone would feel if they knew all that holy stuff was real. -Gregori Stuff? Four years of giving sermons, and that what I get back? Holy stuff?

Gregori leaned forward. Can you believe it? We're all a bunch of mutants! Just like the Ninja Turtles. Angus blinked. We - we're like... turtles? Gregori burst out lauging. Ian shook his head, grinning. Connor snorted. Nay. We have vampire DNA. No turtles.

Connor, if ye doona kill this fledgling, I will. The lad is begging for it." -Angus McKay about Gregori Holstein

You're so sweet, Gregori, Savannah purred, her voice strong in his mind. I am not sweet, he objected strenuously.

Gregori flashed a smile meant to reassure, the one that left vivid images of open graves.

I am justice, Gregori said softly, his voice impacable in its resolve. There can be no fight, no battle, as there can be only one outcome. Mental or physical bout, or simply a match of our wits, there can be only one end. I am justice.That is all.

I know of your fears, ma petite . I know your every thought. The bond between us is strong enough to cross oceans. We can deal with your fears together. -Gregori

Your lifemate is either not born or"— she smirked at him mischievously—" she's probably one of Gregori's daughters." He groaned and slapped his forehead with his palm. "A curse on you forever for uttering those words, for putting that thought out into the universe. Don't even think that, let alone say it aloud. Can you imagine Gregori Daratrazanoff as a father-in-law? Sheesh, Skyler, you really do want me dead.

Only Gregori gave you blood. And I." "If I were you, I would not bring up the fact that you forced me to take that spell-casting healer's blood.

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

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.

How dangerous is the healer?" Raven inhaled sharply. "The truth is, Gregori is the most dangerous of all Carpathians. Mikhail thinks Gregori is more powerful than he is, and that's saying quite a bit.

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.

You need to go to ground now," Gregori pointed out. "I will fix the safeguards and ensure we are not disturbed." "With a big sign saying 'Gregori lies here, do not disturb'?" Mikhail asked softly, his voice a warning.

She is well?" Gregori asked. "Jacques knows to watch over her. She asked about you." Gregori's eyebrow shot up. He doubted that anyone had inquired about his health, not in centuries, other than Mikhail. He didn't respond to the statement, unsure of what to think about another being including him in their circle.

It would not be Mikhail, whose sense of justice and fair play would be his downfall, but the dark one. Gregori --the most feared of all Carpathians.

Gregori sent me into a healing sleep. One does not surface when Gregori has elected otherwise.

We go to Byron, healer--do you follow?" Jacques asked. Gregori reluctantly left Raven to Mikhail. A woman could not possible be claimed before her eighteenth birthday. Every moment of the healer's existence would be an endurance test, living in hell until the child came of age. He would hunt and feed and resist the kill unless he was called on to dispense justice. That would be the most dangerous of all times, walking away from the power of taking a life.

A greenish mist streamed through cracks in the fallen wall, shimmered for a moment as it swept through the room. Gregori kept his body positioned between the mist and his prince, facing the mist. Vampires often had lesser ones to serve them, new to the world of vampire and unable yet to fend completely for themselves. The mist began to form into a human frame, and Byron faced Gregori, staring at the fallen prince. "Who has done this? And who is the one buried beneath the rocks?

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.

Who dared to do this?" he demanded. "Vampire hunters who have fallen, ironically enough, in league with a vampire," Gregori answered.

You're hurt. How? Mikhail replayed the recent events in his mind for her. Raven inhaled, feeling as if someone had hit her square in the stomach. Mikhail. Gregori is turning into some kind of tyrant. I would not dare die , he assured.