Lindsay J. Pryor Quotes

Rob glanced back at the glint of the blade as Caleb spun it once more. 'So what - you want information?' he asked,looking back at him'You want to talk'?.
'If talking means I ask questions and you answer them'.
Rob exhaled sharply. 'Is that what the tickingclocks about?some kind of threat.

You're a conceited bastard, aren't you?' 'Decades of practice.

Countless emotions could be masked by the sexual act, but a kiss, the most intimate and passionate of exchanges, concealed nothing.

There's only so much temptation a vampire can take.

Strong isn't about not being afraid, Caitlin. It's about facing what you're scared of.

What are you most scared of, Caitlin? What I can do to you, or how I make you feel?

At least I'm trying to understand you. But your mind is already made up. The truth is you want me to be like the others. You need me to be like them. You can't handle the fact that I'm different. I think that says more about you than me.

Kane narrowed his eyes. 'Where have you been all this time, Caitlin?' She could see the suspicion in his eyes, the accusation.

'Tied to a radiator.'

'What is it about you that makes people want to cuff you, huh?

She had only been able to imagine what Kane was like. And she realised just how limited her imagination had been as he consumed every inch of her, thrusting into her with such controlled force that every part of her ached.

looked at the plaster on her arm,

I don't do this relationship shit, Caitlin. But I see you because I want to see you; I'm with you because I want to be with you. That's the truth.

You breathe too fast to be convincing,' he goaded.
'You don't breathe enough to judge me.

We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there's a pecking order in that, don't you?

This was about getting inside her body, then her mind, before unlocking the chastity belt that was her heart, to steal the soul inside.

One bite, Caleb, that's all it will take.' 'Once more inside you could be all it takes,' he whispered in her ear, making her stomach flip. 'Right now, I'm willing to take the risk. Are you?

You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it.

It wasn't a fear associated with physical injury, but the prospect of real pain. A world where love and trust and kindness and intimacy were options. A world that, once she was inevitably forced to leave it again, would only exacerbate the loneliness and darkness of her reality.

When it comes to love, time is nothing more than a socially induced marker of validity. When you simply know, time becomes irrelevant.

I'm more than twisted. I'm the worst kind of vampire ... But you're the one who's craving me, so what does that make you?

Parish, get back into position!' Max warned. 'Do not go in there. I repeat, do not go in there.' 'We lose him now, we lose him for good,' Caitlin declared. 'And I am not going to let that happen.' 'You have insufficient backup. I repeat: insufficient backup.

Feeling his smile against her neck,she couldn't contain her smirk.
She slid her hand up his forearm,relishing in the tension,the strength, 'You noticed,'
'Of course I noticed.And you know I cant let you go until I've done something about it.'
'Aren't you supposed to avoid sex before a battle.'
'I'm a lycan, darling,' he said against her ear before kissing it.'Not a lightweight.

Playing the martyr doesn't suit you, Leila.'
'Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.

I'm already inside your head. And your body's most definitely next.

It wasn't enough. With that much damage, there was no way her blood would be effective quick enough. It would only delay the inevitable.

You upped the ante with the wrong vampire, Caitlin.

Vampires might bite, honey, but lycans tear.

If he touches me, I'll kill him.' 'If he touches you, I'll kill him,' he said, gazing deep into her eyes.

Last warning. I don't play nice.

It's not our mistakes that define us, but what we do about them.

Rain meant hoods up, umbrellas up, deficiency of sound, lowered eyes. Rain disorientated and distracted people, making the kill or capture so much easier.

You're a cold bastard, Caleb.' She turned on her heels, fighting back the tears as she took the first two steps back down.
'A cold bastard who feels a hell of a lot more than he should,' he declared. 'Who, despite what you have done to me here, still cannot see you walk away. Who cannot bear the thought of anyone else laying their hands on you. Who I would kill if they ever hurt you the way I have. I don't want you to be a serryn, Leila. It's the last thing I want. And you being the one I need to kill tears me apart more than you'll ever know.