Quotes by Christine Warren

Shed grown up hearing about epic battles between Guardians and demons, of legendary Wardens and their brave fight to keep the nocturnis at bay. To her, it all had the air of fairy tales, history through the lens of the Brothers Grimm. She listened to the tales the same way she listened to Beowulf, and had the same expectation of ever featuring in one of those famous battles as of facing Grendels mother in a Scandinavian swamp. Yet here she was, not just fighting the forces of evil but somehow tied to her very own Guardian, acting for all intents and purposes like the Warden she had once dreamed of becoming.

Her eyes scanned the room and spotted her cell phone lying on the coffee table at least three whole feet away from her hands. She groaned. This was when she didnt want to be a witch, she wanted to be a Jedi, so she could use the Force to make her phone fly right into her hand. What the hell, right? Lifting one arm she reached out an open hand toward the small electronic device. Use the Force, Wynn, she thought and had to stifle a slightly punch-drunk giggle. From his seat in the oversized chair, Knox eyed her strangely. After a moment, she gave up and dropped her hand to her side, rolling her head along the sofa cusions to meet her mates gaze. What were just doing? he asked warily. Using the Force. He looked from her to the table and back again. Did you do this successfully? She shook her head and grinned. The Force is weak with this one. Ill never be a Jedi Master.

Why do you cry?I almost lost you...You cannot lose me, not when you are part of me...You cannot lose has become part of you.

Wherever his gaze touched her, she felt as if flames licked at her skin, and the thought of what it might do to her to feel his tongue follow suit had her eyes drifting shut on a moan.Spar chuckled softly and leaned closer until his breath teased the rim of her ear. I would pay more than a penny for those thoughts, little human, were I not filled with such vivid imaginings of my own.

The Defiler will not have you, Felicity. I have claimed you for myself.The rumble of those words, soft and dark, sent shivers racing through her. Her imagination supplied all sorts of images of ways she could be claimed by him, and none of them had anything to do with evil.Heat flooded her cheek, then wormed its way lower. It built in the pit of her belly until she couldnt bear it anymore. Her hand shifted from his shoulder to his cheek, and she lifted herself up on her toes.Show me, she whispered, just before she pressed her lips to his.

My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.

Religious figures, gargoyles, and grotesques, she though, looked fine on Gothic cathedrals, but shed always spent more time looking at the murals inside the buildings than the carvings outside.So why did this one seem to have captured all her attention?

So this gargoyle youre looking for, she could imagine herself saying. It wouldnt happen to have freaky magical powers, or the ability to devour human souls, would it?

Heat rose to her cheeks. The man made love to her one time, and already she couldnt wait to touch him again. He should be labeled a controlled substance to keep potential addicts like her safe from his influence.

Committing suicide essentially said to friends and loved ones and the world at large that you were the only thing that mattered, that your problems were hopeless that you deserved to escape from them and to hell with everyone else.Suicide was nothing more than a way to look in the eye of the people who loved you and say, My pain is paramount and I want it to end. The pain you will feel when I am gone, and the guilt you will experience at not having been able to stop me, do not matter to me. I am willing for you to suffer for the rest of your life so that I can take the easy way out of mine.

Didnt anyone tell you that size doesnt matter?Yes, but I told him to put his pants back on and go home.

So Im not allowed to take responsibility for the whole world, but you are, huh?Kees felt the corners of his mouth twitch and his heart squeeze and then melt. ...I am bigger, he growled.And she laughed.

Ella squeezed, wringing a groan from his throat that echoed the torments of the damned. Usually, though, the damned didnt lean into the torment in a silent entreaty for more. Or so she assumed. She didnt think hell was likely to be kinky.

Still shuddering, he collapsed atop her on a long, strangled groan. It sounded as if someone had just wrung out his soul.Ella knew precisely how he felt.

Only in porn did people appear to need sex as badly as she needed it right that minute.

She could sense the desire pouring off the man in front of her, and to be wanted so obviously, so fiercely, went to her head like moonshine. He made her feel like a goddess.Provided goddesses got this horny.

She stretched beneath him, bare and aching, held captive by an entirely new form of magic, one shed thought existed only in books and movies.

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