Chloe Neill Quotes

I strongly recommend the therapeutic application of fuzzy-chested vampire to grief. It works miracles." "I am sincerely glad to hear that. But if you keep talking, I will poke your eyes out with a toothpick.

And what do you have planned for your soiree?" Ethan asked. "I'm guessing it won't involve tea sipping and heavy reading."

I pretended to adjust invisible glasses. "Well, we will be reading the Encyclopaedia Britannica aloud and watching Neil deGrasse Tyson videos on the YouTubes. We might also make time for macramé.

There are nights when the world is completely askew because he's gone.

You are a Cadogan vampire, by blood and bone. You have fought for this House, and you are mine to protect. My Sentinel, my Novitiate. As long as I am here to do it, I will protect you. As long as this House exists, you will have a home here. -Ethan

He stopped me with his hand at my jaw, thumb against my chin. "Sometimes, people must adapt. Immortality doesn't make the things we love less important; it means we must learn to treasure them.Protect them."
I swallowed hard and made myself lift my gaze to him, fear and joy and more fear bursting in my chest.

I will have both of you," he said. "My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be.

As we left the kitchen, I asked, "Can I hold your sword today?"
Catcher glanced back over his shoulder and lifted a brow.
"The sword," I corrected. "The sword."
We'll see.

And you punched him in the restaurant?" I grinned. "No, I punched him when he told me my only purpose was to bear his children and then stuck a hand up my shirt." Patrick grinned. "You land the punch?" "Broke his nose." "Good

You need to stop flirting with me Shepherd or we're never going to get anything done.

I'm afraid,' I finally confessed.
'I know.' His voice was quiet. 'I know, and it kills me that I put that fear into your eyes.

Imagine a landscape of nothing but astrology references and naughty limericks. That's what you're going to reduce me to.

Pec-tacle?
You know, like spectacle but with more dude nipples.

How did men manage to offer a compliment that transitioned from sweet to utterly salacious in the span of a few words?

You have to call Darth Sullivan your 'Liege'?"
I grinned. "Only if I expect him to answer.

Lily," Mom said, "we need to talk."
I don't think I'm ruining the surprise by pointing out that nothing good happens when someone starts a speech like that.

So as I shivered, naked and damp, in front of the bathroom mirror, I raised my eyes skyward. "I hope we're still okay."
I got no answer, but then, I didn't really expect one. Answer or not, it didn't matter. That's the thing about faith, I guess.

Ethan Sullivan, registered smart-ass

Morgan and Catcher said their manly hellos - consisting of a symbolic head bob from Catcher (of the "You're in my lair now" variety) and a responding nod from Morgan (of the "You are clearly the king of this castle" variety).

Fear doesn't stop a warrior. It pushes you further.

I took a moment before heading inside to share the evening's most important news in a quick text to Mallory: ETHAN EATS TOAST WITH A FORK. It took a moment before she responded. DARTH SULLIVAN = PRETENTIOUS HOTTIE, she responded.

Girl, you're the Sentinel of this House, and you've been trained by Catcher and Luc and Ethan. He's in the training room right now. Get down there and kick his ass!

Diamonds are forever. Magic not so much.

I tried to lighten the mood, and pointed at the house shoes - the last things I'd have expected to see Catcher Bell wearing. "And the shoes?" I asked with a grin.
"My house, my rules. These shoes happen to be comfortable," he said "If you two roamed around the house naked and carrying bows and arrows before I moved in, it's none of my business.

For a pretentious Master vampire, Darth Sullivan was pretty dreamy.

I also used to think only he could trigger the connection between us. Apparently, he'd just been ignoring me.

You know what I need?" I asked. "A chocolate fountain?" Ethan suggested. "A complete paper set of the Encyclopedia Britannica? A lifetime supply of grilled meat?" "I like all those ideas, but I was thinking a magical spray I can use on Mallory to wash the crazy off her." "Like Lysol for evil?" Paige asked.

Because sometimes women cry when there's good news. Tears of relief. You know, catharsis." His expression was utterly blank. "Haven't you ever cried when you, I don't know, you get a new batch of that fancy stationery you like with the watermarks on it?" He looked bewildered. "That's what you think I'd cry tears of relief about?" "You do like your office supplies.

Well, I suppose I could follow his advice. Are you hungry?"
"Surprisingly enough, not at the moment."
"Will miracles never cease?"
"Ha," I said

Procastination can be very satisfying.' He laughed ruefully, 'As you pointed out, it may be a very human emotion, but there's undoubtedly something satisfying about pretending the world is fine and you problems will keep until you're ready to deal with them.

You give me thirty-two inches of folded steel and I'll take on anyone you want.
Merit

I need gnome books. You know, because sorcerers just don't get them. He didn't get the joke.

Sullivan, just pick it up."
"My way is more genteel."
"Your way is more tight ass."
"Your respect for me, Sentinel, is astounding."
"I'd respect you more if you took a bite of that dog."
"You don't respect me any."
"Like I said, I'd respect you more. More than none.

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Maybe the kind of guy worth your time is the kind of guy who's there from the beginning. Who wants you from the beginning.

You are heart and recklessness and fire. The drama just came along for the ride.

I gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it upward and over his head,taking a long moment to enjoy the view:smooth,eternally golden skin over lean muscle.

Take that back to the GP, Mr. Cabot. And should the urge arise, feel free to tell them to fuck off.

First get the facts. Then you can distort them all you want. - Mark Twain

You're thinking about him naked, aren't you?"
"Unfortunately."
She patted my arm. "And to think - I was actually hesitant about dating him. Oh, and speaking of which. Chaps. Enough said.

I called the Ops Room, hoping to get Luc, and possibly Ethan, on the phone. "Jimmy's House of Vampires," Luc answered, in a really poor Bronx accent.

Girl, you're a vampire. This day and age, everything you do is a felony.

And so it began, I thought, the first wave of a revolution against oppression, fought with corn syrup and chocolate.

Get to the Point: Vampire Contributions in Western Architecture. Fangs and Balances: Vampire Politicians in History. To Drink or Not to Drink: A Vampire Dialectic. Blood Sausage, Blood Stew, Blood Orange: Food for All Seasons. And the awfully named Plasmatlas, which contained maps of important vampire locales.

But I'll admit that he's kind of offensively delicious"
"Like salt and vinegar potato chips"
"Exactly

That's our cue to depart."
"They know something " I pointed out.
"I know something too. I know we're going to attract a lot of unwanted attention if they keep screaming. And then we have to make up some ridiculous explanation about how we heard screaming through the vents in our rooms and we followed the sound back to the basement and we found these girls lying on the ground and pretending to be tied up by invisible rope because they're practicing for the regional mime championships."
I blinked at her. "Is that explanation more or less believable than we woke up because two girls who are actually evil magicians tripped a magical alarm wired to a door in the basement we aren't supposed to know about "
Scout paused for a minute then nodded. "Point made.

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I'd seen Ethan walk through smoke and ash before, emerge through a cloud of magic and fire. We'd been lovers then, when I'd thought him dead. But we hadn't loved. Not like this. Not like we did now. I'd grieved when he was gone, but this would have killed me. Because now he was my eternity.

I have been given a third chance at life, even if the circumstances are somewhat disconcerting. You are mine, and we both know it.

memories are the most powerful chains,

I had a sense of your passion when we met, Merit. When you first stormed into my House with fire in your eyes." "That wasn't fire. That was sheer, unmitigated fury.

The sword's a really nice touch - did you get it at Faire Makers? - but I'm not buying the attitude. It's not really Merit. You should be channeling your inner vampire sex warrior. Like this," she said, then put her hands on her hips, canted out one leg, and smiled sensually. "What?" was all I could think to say. "Maybe a little more cleavage, too." "Cleavage." She nodded, winked. "A vampire sex warrior can never show too much cleavage.

If 'just' is all you can give me now, then 'just' is what we'll do.

I'm here," he said. "Be still.

Why the long face?" "Is there anyone who isn't infatuated with you?" I smiled at him, with teeth. "If not, it's because you haven't assigned them to me yet. Mata Hari at your service. Would you like to add him to the list?" "I don't appreciate your sarcasm." "I don't appreciate being handed out like a party favor.

Gaslight Goods. Let us be your light in the midst of life's darkness, the sunlight in your foggy day, the candle in your wind. This is Kite. How can I help you today?
I grimaced. That was their opener?

Ethan extended his hand. "Mr. Merit. Thank you for your help." My grandfather shook his hand, but he also shook his head. "Thank your Sentinel. She's a fine representative of your House." Ethan looked at me, pride-and love?-in his eyes. "We're in agreement there.

I walked inside and paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of paper and dust - the perfumes of knowledge.

It's a big world," I said. "I like to fly because it reminds me how huge the planet is and how small we are by comparison. I like that idea - that we're inconsequential, so our troubles are inconsequential, too." A corner of his mouth lifted. "You could never be inconsequential, Merit." He glanced out his window, traced a knuckle across the glass. "But I take your point. Living in darkness reduces our visibility, seems to narrow the world. Up here, thirty thousand feet above the earth, you are reminded of its magnitude.

Do you need to reschedule? There are some other things I could take care of while I'm in town."
Mallory waved him off. "No, today's fine. It's going to be on the exam, so I might as well do it."
"Oh, my God, you are Harry Potter," I said, pointing a finger at her. "I knew it!"
She rolled her eyes, then looked at Catcher.

Ethan opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "That's an interesting analysis."
Dynasty reruns have been rolling nonstop on cable," Luc said.
Huh.
That was an interesting bit of information about our guard captain.

He unsnapped the top button on his jeans.
My eyes widened."Sneaky bastard."
I gnawed my lip in pleasure,watching the past,present,and future Master of Cadogan House in the state of utter abandon:shirt on the floor,jeans unbuttoned,his arousal obvious.

You look like the cat that ate the canary."
"As a vegetarian, I object to that metaphor."
Scout grinned teethily at me. "As a carnivore, I object to your pickines. Now spill the goods."
-Scout and Lily

Because we fear a zombie apocalypse? And we hope they're color-blind?

And then he smiled, kind of a quirky half smile that tipped up only the right corner of his mouth. Because of that smile, that goddamn human smile, I had to swallow down a burst of affection that nearly brought tears to my eyes. Instead, I looked away, and hated myself - for my inability to hate him despite the things he said, the things he did, the things he expected.

Mallory!" Catcher's voice boomed down the stairs.
Mallory fixed her mouth into a tight line and walked me into the kitchen. "Ignore it," she advised. "Much like the bubonic plague, it'll go away if you give it enough time."
"Mallory! You weren't finished! Get back in here!"
I glanced up the stairway. "You didn't leave him handcuffed to the bed or something, did you?"
"Jesus, no." I incrementally relaxed, until she continued. "My headboard's a single piece of wood. There's nothing to handcuff him to.

How to lie without lying? Avoid answering the question.

Now, that is interesting. It's shitty evidence, but it's interesting." "I live to infotain.

Do you like being teased?" I whispered.
"I enjoy previews," he said, the words confident, but his voice rough with arousal.
-Merit and Ethan

I believe I've got it covered," Malik said with an admirably straight face and smooth tone. "But I wouldn't mind taking a break before getting to the next round. Grabbing a bite to eat."
Ethan glanced at me, questioning eyebrow arched. Have you infected him?
You're hilarious, I said.

There are those among us who have erred, deeply and significantly. Who have wounded the world and broken themselves. The worst of them lose themselves in their errors. The best of them crawl back, one foot at a time, and seek to amend their breaches. That is the way of the brave.

You undo me, Merit. Wholly and completely. You don't take me at my word. You challenge me at every opportunity. And that means when I'm with you, I am less than the head of this House ... and I am more than the head of this House. I am a man." He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. "In my very, very long life, I need you more than I have ever needed anything.

I wouldn't say I was forward, but I made a move when I was interested.

Ethan scrubbed his hands over his face. "I hate it when you're right." I bit back a grin that only would have gotten me into trouble, and let my mouth do it for me. "Then you must hate me often." I disappeared into the bathroom before Ethan could throttle me.

I looked at Ethan and smiled a little.
"I love you," he mouthed.
"I love you, too," I mouthed back.
"And I'm nauseous," Catcher grumbled. "Let's get on with this. I am seriously in need of a beer and a Lifetime movie.

Always remember," he whispered to me, "that you are an uncommon soldier, whatever they say. And you are quite a thing to behold.

I kissed him, let him kiss me, let him clutch my hips, curl his fingers into
the fabric of my shirt, slide his hands around my waist and splay them
against my back, pull me infinitesimally closer. He made a sound, a growl or
purr, some predatory noise that rumbled in his throat, then said my name. And
this time, it wasn't a question but a sound of victory, a claim on his prize.

Much to my dismay" - and that rang clear in the irritably flat tone of his voice - "I find I have a sudden taste for stubborn, lithe brunettes with horrible fashion sense.

He wants you," Lindsey said. "Physically and otherwise. Maybe you only need to remind him that you can handle yourself." "How?" "Girl, you're the Sentinel of this House, and you've been trained by Catcher and Luc and Ethan. He's in the training room right now. Get down there and kick his ass." I smiled slyly. Now, that was a plan that made sense.

Oh please," Scout said."Don't take that tone with me. You know you'd love to have a minion. Someone at your beck and call. Someone to do your bidding. How many times have you said to yourself," Self, I need a unicorn to run errands and such?

The world isn't perfect, and some days it wears you down. You can either accept that, and face it, and be a help to others instead of a hindrance. Or you can decide the rules are too tough and they shouldn't apply to you, and you can ignore them and make things harder for everybody else. Sometimes life is about being sad and doing things anyway. Sometimes it's about being hurt and doing things anyway. The point isn't perfection. The point is doing it anyway.

The thumbs have been pricked, at least proverbially.

He looked over at me. "You're a kid yourself."
"Vampire since April," I said.
"Good transition?"
"It's had its moments," I said.

I swear to God, it never ends!" Ethan roared.
"Not when you're immortal," Malik agreed. "That's actually the point.

The supernatural threat is my boot up his ass, Lindsey muttered.

You'll be wearing nothing but your Cadogan medal and a smile, Sentinel."
"Is that a prediction?"
"It's a promise.

My first few weeks as a vampire had been inordinately busy. Like The Young and the Restless, but with slightly dead people.

It was my TBR-my TO Be Read stack. The usual subjects were there. Chick lit. Action. A Pulitzer Prize winner. A romance novel about a pirate and a damsel in a low-cut blouse (What? Even vampire enjoys a little bodice ripping now and again.)

Ethan chuckled. "It hasn't escaped my attention, Sentinel, that you cringe every time I mention our future." "I don't cringe. I only cringe when you pretend-propose." He had a penchant for going down on bended knee - and straightening a hem or helping me with a shoe. "Nobody finds that amusing." "I find it excessively amusing. You do realize, don't you, that the proposal won't always be fake?

Together the magicks swirled and danced around us, invisible but tangible, like an breeze. This wasn't defensive or offensive magic. It wasn't used to gather information, for strategy or diplomacy, or to fight a war against supernatural enemy.
It simply was.
It was fundamental, inexorable. It was nothing and everything, infinity and oblivion, from the magnificent furnace of a star to the electrons that hummed in an atom. It was life and death and everything in between, the urge to fight and grow and swim and fly. It was a cascade of water across boulders, the slow-moving advance of mountain glaciers, the march of time.

Catcher, you're a boy. I've known you for like a week." Two months, actually, but who was counting? "I've known Merit for years. I mean, the sex is great and all, but she's my BFF." - Mallory

I lightly grasped the edges of my shirt and dropped into a neat curtsy, batting my eyes coquettishly. "Thank you, Liege," I said, Gratefully Condescending. "You're still not in Cadogan attire, you know." I frowned, awash in the disheartening realization that I'd tried again, and failed, at playing Cadogan vampire. Was I ever going to be able to be good enough for Ethan? I doubted it, but faked a smile and cheekily offered, "You should have seen what I was going to wear." Ethan rolled his eyes.

It sucks because you're trying to do the right thing, but the result isn't showing it. You're at the stage where good intentions meet crappy abilities. Welcome to my first eleven months as a vampire." "You've only been a vampire for ten months." "My point exactly.

I'll have you in my bed again, Sentinel. And at my side. That is a promise.

Hey, better than the real thing," I said. "What do you even do with a chimera?"
"What wouldn't you do with a chimera?" Jeff asked. "They're like the Swiss Army knife of animals."
"Party in the front, business in the back," Catcher agreed.
That earned a snort and laugh from me. "Any animal that can be compared to a mullet is a good animal in my book.

Jeff opened blue eyes, grinned at me. "If you're feeling left out ... " I almost threw out an instinctive no, but I decided to throw him a bone. "Oh, Jeff. It'd be too good - you and me. Too powerful, too much emotion, too much heat. We'd come together and boom" - I clapped my hands together - "like a moth to a flame, there'd be nothing left." His eyes glazed over. "Combustion?" "Totally." He was quiet for a moment, his index finger tracing a pattern on the knee of his jeans. Then he nodded. "Too powerful. It'd destroy us both." I nodded solemnly. "Probably so." But I leaned over, pressed my lips to his forehead. "We'll always have Chicago." "Chicago," he dreamily repeated. "Yeah. Definitely." He cleared his throat, seemed to regain a little composure. "When I tell this story later, you kissed me on the mouth. With tongue. And you were handsy." I chuckled. "Fair enough.

Given how I feel right now, I can only assume that my giving you the same bullshit platitudes earlier didn't help you, either.

You can't yadda yadda yadda nearly biting a fairy

He hung up the phone, and I did so gratefully, rubbing my ear a bit for good measure. I was pretty sure I'd just heard Rick Astley at eardrum-popping decibels, which wasn't anything I needed to ever experience again. Ever.

I ignored the teasing tone of the man who stood beside me, the four-hundred-year-old Master vampire who ruled Chicago's Cadogan House and the parts of my heart that weren't devoted to great books and good pizza.

Why, Sullivan, I think I just kicked your ass.

I'm a reader, not a fighter.

And that," she said, putting the shaker back on the bar, "is how vampires make rainbows." - Lindsey