“You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.”
―
Nalini Singh,
Kiss of Snow
“They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“You do realize this makes your wings even more unique.""Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
“He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?”“Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“He was trying to make me his bed buddy. I declined. He gave chase."[...]"How, exactly, did you 'decline' his offer?""By slitting his throat."The silence in the garage was broken only by the sound of water drip-dripping somewhere in the distance. Sara just stared. So did Ransom. Then the idiot male started laughing hysterically. He laughed so hard he fell off the bike and onto the scarred concrete of the garage floor. Even that didn't stop him.Elena would've kicked him, except he'd probably use the chance to pull her down with him. "Shut up before I do the same to you."He tried to stop laughing. Failed. "Jesus, Ellie. You are awesome!” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort
“How long have you been with Raphael?”“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“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)” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“Tell me something, Raphael?" He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?"She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?"Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“You know how spooky Ashwini is. She called an hour ago to tell me she has a secret stash of handheld grenade launchers she thought I might want to know about. My response was, 'What the fuck?” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“I’ll wait for you to find me again. So don’t take too long.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
“Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?”“Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
“You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover. What Rissa's death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do a thousand times worse to the man I've become.” ― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow
“She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!” He froze. “I might let you.” “I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.” ― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow
“What would you like to call me?"That made her pause. "Husband" was too human, "partner" factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, "mate"...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. "Mine," she said at last.He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. "But for public consumption, you are my consort.""Consort," she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. "Yes, that fits.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort
“They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“You do realize this makes your wings even more unique.""Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
“He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?”“Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“He was trying to make me his bed buddy. I declined. He gave chase."[...]"How, exactly, did you 'decline' his offer?""By slitting his throat."The silence in the garage was broken only by the sound of water drip-dripping somewhere in the distance. Sara just stared. So did Ransom. Then the idiot male started laughing hysterically. He laughed so hard he fell off the bike and onto the scarred concrete of the garage floor. Even that didn't stop him.Elena would've kicked him, except he'd probably use the chance to pull her down with him. "Shut up before I do the same to you."He tried to stop laughing. Failed. "Jesus, Ellie. You are awesome!” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort
“How long have you been with Raphael?”“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“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)” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“Tell me something, Raphael?" He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?"She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?"Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
“You know how spooky Ashwini is. She called an hour ago to tell me she has a secret stash of handheld grenade launchers she thought I might want to know about. My response was, 'What the fuck?” ― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
“I’ll wait for you to find me again. So don’t take too long.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
“Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?”“Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
“You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover. What Rissa's death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do a thousand times worse to the man I've become.” ― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow
“She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!” He froze. “I might let you.” “I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.” ― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow
“What would you like to call me?"That made her pause. "Husband" was too human, "partner" factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, "mate"...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. "Mine," she said at last.He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. "But for public consumption, you are my consort.""Consort," she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. "Yes, that fits.” ― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort
