Quotes by Christine Warren

It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.

Fresh, sweet honeysuckle. Ripe and rich and ready to be fucked--PLUCKED, he corrected himself, ready to be plucked.

Im not sure whether to be relieved she didnt hurt you or diappointed. Now hes going to think he got away with that junk. -AbbyI wouldnt say that. He got a stern talking-to, but he already made great progress with his groveling lessons. -SamIll show you exactly how much progress Ive made the next time I get you in a shower. -NoahIm gonna kill him! Did you hear that? You have to let me kill him. -GrahamStay right where you are. There will be no killing. I thought I made that clear to everyone last night. Dont make me go over it again! -Missy

Youre a big boy, No. Youll figure something out. Just make sure it includes the groveling. -AbbyIt come to all of us. Especially those of us foolish enough to fall in love with women who have minds of their own. If you will recall, your own sister had a few things she had to forgive me for before we could move on with our relationship. -RuleTheres a big difference between a little kidnapping and what he did. -AbbyYou did not call it a little anything at the time, sweet. You were furious with me. Believe me, the groveling does do wonders. -Rule

You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.

There has always been Darkness, just as there has always been Light. Neither can ever be completely destroyed, only driven away or contained, because neither can exist without the other. Without Darkness, there is no Light, and vice versa.

The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Knox emerged into the human world aware of two things - that the woman beneath him must be protected, and that the man clutched in his large, claw-tipped hands needed to die. It was just a matter of how and how soon. He would personally prefer bloody and right now, but something urged him to caution.

The Gould viewed female Wardens in the same light as demonic minions and the Ebola virus -- such things might exist in the world, but virtue and good hygiene would probably be enough to keep them at bay.

Her ankle was screaming like a blonde in a horror flick... Huffing a little, she once more wished that being a witch was lot more like Harry Potter made it out to be and a lot less like being a good cook. This whole situation would be vastly improved if all she had to do was dig her magic wand out of her bag, point it at the security guards chasing her, and shout, Stupefy!

The blade was sharp enough that she didnt feel the initial prick, but it didnt matter. The earth beside her opened up and the knife slid from her attackers suddenly nerveless hand, thudding to the ground about the same time she did. His grip on her hand disappeared the instant that something else emerged in a blast of stone and magic. Wynns cavalry had arrived, in the form of one very large and very angry Guardian, a Guardian that was supposed to be nothing but the teeny-tiny pieces still scattered around her. Huh. How about that?

Calling on his inherent magic, he pictured a shape less conspicuous in the mortal realm. An instant later he stood before his companion in his new body and found himself surprisingly comfortable in the denim and cotton garments that came with it. Perhaps this confining human shape had its advantages. He nodded in satisfaction and looked to the woman, Will this do? *** Will this do me? Now that is the question. Wynn took in the Guardians human form and hoped her eyes were not literally bulging out of her head, because they sure as heck felt like they were. It felt as if the usually obedient organs couldnt take in enough of the new view in their natural state and wanted to reach out and touch the gorgeous specimen of man that now stood before her. Because... wow.

Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.

Wynn really hoped the squeal that followed her announcement came from Ella, because if Kees had made that sound, she feared for his testicles.

A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

You know, in human society, its considered impolite to molest a sleeping person. In fact, its seen as pretty creepy. His gaze shot to her face and found her regarding him through dark eyes heavy with sleep but lit with amusement rather than indignation. He felt himself relax slightly and continued to explore the fascinating contours of her calf and thigh. Then as you are now awake, I may continue without fear.

He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.

She tilted her head to glare up at him. There you go with the little witch thing again. What did I tell you about that? Knox grinned unrepentantly. What can I say? You have bewitched me.

I do not doubt your intellectual or spiritual equality with me, mate. When I saw you belong to me, it is only because I belong so utterly to you, as well.

When he expressed his feelings for her - always here like this, while he touched her or made love to her - he used words of possession and passion. He told her they belonged to each other, that she was his, that he was her mate. And he made love to her like a starving man, as if he couldnt get enough of her.