Quotes by Nalini Singh

Raphael met Michaelas gaze. If you could kill every single beautiful woman in the world, would you?Her smile never faded. In an instant.

When he put the old-fashioned mechanical toy on her palm, she stopped breathing. It was a tiny representation of an atom, complete with colored ball bearings standing in for neutrons, protons, and on the outside, arranged on arcs of fine wire, electrons. Turning the key on the side made the electrons move, what she’d thought were ball bearings actually finely crafted spheres of glass that sparked with color. A brilliant, thoughtful, wonderful gift for a physics major.“Why magnesium?” she asked, identifying the atomic number of the light metal. His hand on her jaw, his mouth on her own. “Because it’s beautifully explosive, just like my X.

The fear is like metal on my tongue—I’ve known him but a fragment of time, and yet I’m certain if I accept his suit, it will destroy a part of me when he leaves.”Keir reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’re all a little broken.” Quiet. Potent. “No one goes through life with a whole heart.

A woman who knows me, understands what I am, and who wants to have secret rules with me.

I might be on the fence about this life, but I m not and will never be on the fence about you. I will fight for you.

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?

But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the

Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. “Mind if I have a go?”“Kick his ass.”Stripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom’s blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. “Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?”“Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?” A savage grin, and she knew Venom was about to bear the brunt of whatever haunted the blue-winged angel.Venom swirled his blade in hand. “I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. “Tired of your Bluebell already?” A tendril of champagne circled around her senses, cut with something far harder. Never had she felt that harsh edge in Dmitri’s scent. She pitied the woman he took to his bed today.“Yeah, that’s it. I’m building a harem.

Someday,” she said in a voice as serene as a high mountain lake, “I’m going to break your neck. Then I’m going to saw it off with a hacksaw so I can take my time.” Venom’s grin creased his cheeks.“I knew you had it in you, kitty.”(Venom & Sorrow)

Fly free, my daughter. Be what I could never be and leave the cage forever.

Hey, Frenchie!” Sage poked his head out the door, the sun hitting the brown of his hair to reveal hidden strands of red. “Did you bring any baguettes?”“Why don’t you go season something, Herb?

Sascha nodded. Want me to wait?Do I want my mate to wait in a deserted forest while a dangerous Psy fugitive remains on the loose? Wait, let me think.Sarcasm does not suit you. She kissed him again, laughter in her eyes.

You do realize this makes your wings even more unique.Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?

Option 1: Attempt to back out.Probable result: Death after painful torture.Option 2: Do the job and hope.Probable result: Death but probably no torture (good)

Fine. But remember, little rabbit, not a word to anyone. He moved close enough that the dark heat of him lapped against her in a quiet threat that made her glad for the blade. Im not a nice man when Im angry. She held her position, a ragged attempt to erase the humiliation of the panic attack. Im fairly certain youre not a nice man at all. His answer was a slow smile that whispered of silk sheets, erotic whispers, and sweat-damp skin. The unhidden intent of it had her heart slamming hard against her ribs. No she said. Voice raw. A challenge.” He wasnt touching her and yet she felt caressed by a thousand ropes of fur, soft and lush and unmistakably sexual. I accept

You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri.” A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. “So I had to come back for you . . . husband.

Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but youre mine.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.