Erin Kellison Quotes

You can't bluff your way past everyone."
"You mean about filleting that guy?" Sera returned.
"Who said I was bluffing?

Shadow is on the move," a soldier said suddenly ...
"We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Marea on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake.

She'd survived Brandon. Just to die all over again. "Well, hell."
He smiled wanly at her. "Indeed.

Mica didn't just glitter; she burned, and he was on fire.

She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.

She'd expect an attack from rebels, rival business concerns, alien intelligence ... but family?

A dark-haired woman with old eyes and young cleavage finally leaned her bosom toward him. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think I caught your position in the Sol business affairs."
Consort. Mica could have easily named him her personal guard. Her secretary. Even her research assistant. Well, two could play.
He bowed his head slightly, happy to oblige. "I see to the sexual needs of Mica Sol, firstborn and heir to the Sol corp.

If she couldn't be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be.
Sera's mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee.

You okay?" Cam said into his headset microphone.
She nodded, then made a face. "No one else has to work this hard to get married.

The Segue Institute was the preeminent research organization for all things paranormal and it was housed in a haunted, renovated turn of-the-century hotel. The place was supposedly loaded with what the scientists there called Shadow, capital S, a scary word for magic. Dark magic.

Wife," he murmured.
"Damn. The bastard fought dirty. Wife was her favorite word.

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Whatever was going on with Rook and Coll officially didn't matter anymore. They'd just have to rot in prison by themselves. He'd join them next time.

He gaped at her. "You want me to wear it?"
"Yes. That's what a chain of diamond is for ... Wear it. Wear it all the time, even when you sleep. I need you to wear it. I got it for you."
"You've had it for twenty years." At least.
"I was trying it on.

Mother would tell me not to start my new life in a puddle of blood.

It'll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world." She slid off her stool ...
He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely.
"When did I stop ruling the world?" he called after her.

You're not alone."
Ellie snorted through her tears. "I'm never alone.

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OMG I just saw Warrick Voclain on 5th Ave! #DragonSighting #DragonInMyPants #Dragons #RuinedForAllOtherMen.

The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing.

He was now in the business of hoarding pleasure.

Matthew makes an excellent cheesecake." He didn't, but he would learn. Immediately. Her gaze finally met his and held. "So he's okay?" "Yes. He's fine. Up and walking about, doing Matthew things." Like cleaning up another dead body.

Kiss me good."
Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened, and he lifted her. She didn't need a stupid floor with him near. Together they could fly.
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Kathleen," he calls, his voice a groan.

There is magic in names. Can she hear him?

"Kathleen," he calls again, louder.

Behind him, the denizens of Twilight murmur.

"KATHLEEN," he cries. His anguish batters the shining wall, shifting the starstruck colors from rose and lapis to deep purple and bloody magenta, but it remains inviolable.

Shadowman drops his scythe in the waters. He'll scream forever, if need be, until the day the walls tumble into the ocean.

"Hey, you."

Shadowman's attention whips to the top of the wall some distance down the shoreline to his left. An angel is perched on the edge - fair hair, fair-eyed, skin a soft café. A recent crossing.

"Trade you," Custo says.

Shadowman has no words.

"You want in or don't you? Heaven's no place for me, and I'm not hanging around until they figure it out." The angel glances over his shoulder.

The murmurs of Twilight grow louder, sharper, but Shadowman pays them no mind. Not anymore. They've already done their worst.

"I do," Shadowman says.

Custo flashes a grin. "Meet me at the wall.

Two human families have died out on me in the past century alone."
Warrick inclined his head. "It might help if you didn't eat members of your staff when you're displeased.

Who the fuck is the Sandman?" Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.
Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. "It's not like I've met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He's
" she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words "
the power that dominates Darkside. Pure creation.

Do you hear yourself? You're a hundred and forty. A member of the Bloodkin Triad. Not a ... a ... boy. His mother was having trouble forming words. She was stuck between human and dragon. She wanted fire, but if she shifted, she'd lose her ability to argue with him. How terrible for her.

We have some decisions to make. You'd just be going back and forth to his room to report when you might as well take all his objections at once and be done with it. The decisions aren't going to change.

Oh, the envelope did contain magic," a strange, low voice said from the doorway.
Judith looked over. She forgot her cut and her coffee. And how to breathe.
The tall, broad man filling up the door frame looked like a warrior angel with gold hair falling into his eyes, a pale-gold undertone to his skin, and 'heartbreaking' green eyes….
"Any magic that involves blood is a grave threat," he continued. "And death by paper cut would be a long and tedious way to go. I can help.

They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare.

Sleep," he commanded.
"You need to rest after being jumped."
"You could jump me.

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You mean I shot her for no good reason?

There is no reason for beauty. It just is.

Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his.

I'm mortal. I could die any day." Brandon had almost killed her. Her parents had died young. Her grandfather would have died yesterday. "I'm Warrick Voclain. And you will stay by my side until the stars fall from the sky.

Is she okay?" Harlen's throat was clogged with stones of fear. "She has to be okay.

Hakan cursed his plan. What had he done bringing that sweet girl here? She was as delicate as she was beautiful. Her life on Sol had not exposed her to the kind of danger present in the Hub. He'd thought her name would protect her, a great family that could trace its line back to the first convoys from Earth. Her wealth, too, which could command anyone's respect. But the Hub was in the deepest black of space, where starlight was a distant glitter.
Nothing could protect her here.

A black void was sucking her down into a nothingness far deeper than sleep.
Her throat was parched, closing. She grabbed for one of his arms to hold her, to stop her fall, and he brought her close, her head on his chest. His heart boomed under her ear.
"Save me." Her vision was dimming.
"I am," he answered.

The dragon in him didn't want to give her a choice. Just wrap around her and smolder smugly, daring anyone who came near to cross him. Mine.

Send the mediator to me when he comes."
"What are you going to do?"
Matthew knew him so well. Thane would handle this the old way. "I'm going to eat him.

The shadow acts on instinct, not reason.

The idea behind both concepts is that there must be an accounting, a ledger in the hearts and histories of a family. As if accepting a sum or taking a life will fill the void of the loss of a loved one."

"It can't fill the void, but it can make things even," Adam said.

"No. It does not. What you get is a deficit of two."

"Then both are at an equal loss." Adam took a deep drag on his beer.

"And how does this loss serve the memory of the loved one?"

"It doesn't ... [v]engeance is selfish," Adam continued. "I've never tried to hide that."

"Ah," Philip said. "Now we get to the heart of it. Adam, here is my question for you. Would you trade your claim to vengeance to set your brother free?"

Talia watched the muscle twitch in Adam's jaw. It was a hard question, an impossible, painful question, especially after learning that Jacob had chosen his current state. Jacob had chosen to take the lives of his parents. He had reduced Adam's world to a haunted hotel with a group of mad scientists. Maybe she should say something. Change the subject.

Seen any naked pictures of me today?

Red light flickered behind her closed eyelids, and when she opened them, she discovered that they were surrounded by flames.
Let it burn ...
His sleek brow wrinkled, and he shook his head. Poor man looked conflicted, which was an interesting expression on a nightmare. "Your city is on fire."
She smiled languidly. "Ain't it grand?

He was huge, no missing that, but she was determined to have him regardless.

He knew he was an interloper in her world, and that world would seek to eject him.

Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She'd just mugged a mugger. Look out, world.

This was the stuff of novels with
yeah
men like him on the cover.

He was just Thane. Timeless. Ageless. Magic. The world turned around him.

So either I help you or I'm on my own?" With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again.
"That's the choice," she said.

True fear has nothing to do with what might happen to you, however painful or vile that might be. True fear is all about what might happen to someone you love.

Everyone knew the Hans Christian Andersen fairytale about the Sandman and how he brought sweet dreams to sleepers. An early, now-defunct Reve company had even used him as their mascot. But that's all the Sandman had been - a mascot. A little grinning elf holding an hourglass.

I thought you would never arrive." "Traffic." Warrick smiled at Samantha. She felt herself blush. She loved traffic. She hoped there was more on the way back to his penthouse.

Fire is fire," Matthew said. "It burns.

One night. May the best witch win.

I want to know
or understand something. I've been sick my whole life. What is the point of being alive if I never get to live?

Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.

There was very little man left within his eyes - she knew a beast when she saw one, knew short, simple words worked best, most often to tame or quiet an impending attack. But in this case
"More," she breathed.

There are worse things than death.

She pushed Adam firmly back, once and for all, and turned to face the demon, the crescent moon of the scythe's blade circling over her head as a vane signals a change in the weather.
The wind was finally blowing her way.

He'd pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nowhere else to go but away from him. He'd been young back then himself. Inexperienced. Stupid. A little patience accomplished a lot more. Hard lesson to learn. Worst way to learn it.

Never had she come so hard that she'd been left a noodle. Al dente, she thought.

You see?" Thane waved at the photo. "Everything about her is nonsensical. A dragon who lies with a wolf? I suppose pigs fly and the moon is blue, too.

She went on tiptoe and pecked his cheek with a kiss. Daring of her, she knew.
His green eyes went dragon-gold and sharp, the bones of his forehead morphing slightly to suggest the crowned brow of the dragon inside. At least he was smiling, though it was the kind of greedy grin that would send most people running in the opposite direction.
Not her.
"Let's just get this over with," she said.
"Yes." His voice had gone rumbly. "And then on to something else.

Angel," Adam said.
"I think not," Philip answered. He huddled at the wall, crossing himself. "Banshee, the herald of Death.

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Maisie was willing to bet there'd be a third living room within. Because what else would they do with all this space but buy sofas to fill it?

The trouble with being an angel on Earth was that he was still a man. He got hungry. He thirsted. His lungs clamored without the draw of air. And for this woman, the only one in a thousand years, his body and soul ached. The trick was to will his mind, and ignore the Earthly sensations, as he'd done so many times with pain and trouble. Desire was no different, a call of the flesh. He could divide himself-acknowledge the lust and act on intellect. But see, the trouble with being an angel was that he was still a man.

Even dead he won't let me go!"
"Third time's the charm.

Fucking unicorns wouldn't be hard to chase, as they'd probably stay in roughly the same spot while they, you know, fuck.

A smile twitched at Pilar's lips. See? Her husband was getting to know her. Nothing like a little life-and-death situation to accelerate the process.

The Tempus, a young woman, fair with light brown hair, bowed her head to him. So she knew to acknowledge a dragon lord, though that wasn't the role he played in his life these days. A respectful spy. How quaint.

He was a match; she was flint. And between them both ... fire.

The Agora had fallen, too.
Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they'd just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable calm considering, Seriously, love, I think we've got this.

Voclain needs an heir." "As she lacks the anatomical structures to lay an egg, my human issue will have to inherit." "Voclain is a Bloodkin legacy, one of the oldest - " "Then, mother, I suggest you get cracking and give me a brother. He can have Voclain. I'm going to be happy.

There is no reason for any of this if we don't survive."
Vince reached out and ran a hand through her long hair. "Ah, love. That's where you're wrong. As long as we do what we're meant to do, it doesn't really matter if we survive or not.

I'm glad you turned cartwheels here."
Samantha heard the note of loneliness in his voice. "You did hear me say back tuck? Because that was my coolest move."
His arm came around her shoulders, and they started across the space again. "Back tuck. Coolest move. Got it.

He kissed it better," she told them.

Are you going to eat him?" Samantha asked ...
Warrick struggled for a moment, but had to tell her the truth. "Yes ... "
"Can I watch? Samantha added.
Warrick laughed, and it echoed through the cavern. She kept surprising him.
"You're not eating him," his mother said, still irritated ... "He's my steward," she continued. "I get to eat him.

He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for the save, he held her up against the doorjamb with his hard body, mouth rasping hers, tongue deep enough to touch her soul. Could be oxygen deprivation, but she saw stars behind her closed lids.

Xanthippe recognized it." "She would," his mother said. "She once called for its destruction." "And you didn't think she'd wonder why I was in possession of it?" She shrugged. "Xan was my backup plan if you were too slow." His mother had basically planned to set a half-mad dragon on him. She didn't care if it would have made him look like an idiot: What do you mean Tempus? I've made no Tempus. I'm wearing my mother's diamond chain. Why? She told me to. If it weren't for the bitter smell of fire surrounding them, he might've laughed at the absurdity of it. Lady Voclain was more devious and ruthless than the rest of the Bloodkin put together. Her own son!

She glanced again toward Vincent. "And who is he again?"
Vincent grinned. "I'm Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father's first.

Thane Ealdian prowls the earth once more. Shutter your houses. Bar your doors. Offer him gold and women to satisfy his cravings. A black dragon is like the very devil himself.