Thea Harrison Quotes

The feeling was a sword thrust as deep as anything he had ever felt, piercing through his body. It seemed like he had been falling for a very long while, and each time he realized it, he had fallen a little deeper, a little further. He had never known that falling in love could be as helpless and complete as this.

He said, "What's in the wardrobe?"
She glanced at him. "Books that don't behave."
Misbehaving books? Not bothering to hide his skepticism, he said, "Uh-huh.

I can't mate with you and hope to live.

I think you might be both my suicide and my salvation.'
And he needed her for both.

She was the most dangerous woman he had ever met, and she didn't yet know a fraction of what she was truly capable of.

Don't sulk," he told her. "It doesn't become someone of your age."
She rolled her eyes even as, he was delighted to note, she kissed him back. "Oh, the age thing? You just had to go there, didn't you?

Do Djinn even like sex?"
"With the right person, we enjoy sex very much." "We enjoy it in a leisurely fashion, and we devote all of our attention to it. And our lovers crave it.

You did not walk away from those you loved. You fought for them, always, with everything you had, even if it meant fighting the long fight, and staying on the hardest, quietest, most difficult course.

There was no surviving some loves. No matter what happened to the love affair, whether it flourished or failed, those loves struck mortal blows one carried for the rest of one's life.

Dragos never lifted his head from his task. He said in a quiet voice, "Tell me you're in control, and I will believe you ... "
Straightening his shoulders, Liam replied steadily, "I'm in control.

Her room was darkened with the curtains drawn, but he could sense her inside, moving around quietly. Her heartbeat had turned languid; she must be preparing for bed. He cocked his head, listening intently. The closet door opened and shut, and there was the sound of running water. He held the goblet with such tense care his fingers began to ache.
When she had turned the faucet off, he said telepathically, "Tess, come to your window."
Startled, frozen silence. Then the languid pace of her heart exploded into a furious rhythm.
For a moment, when she didn't move, he thought she might disobey and end their tenuous relationship. Then he heard the soft rustle of cloth, and the creak of floorboards. When she appeared in the darkened window, she looked shadowy, like the half-hidden, opaque moon, her skin pale like pearls and hair lustrous with darkness.
She looked down at him but said nothing.
He held the goblet up to show it to her. "Are you sure you want to give this to me?"
Because it mattered. It mattered what she said. While the struggle made the offering sweet, it was the act of the gift itself that was the vital part of the covenant.
She didn't respond for long moments. He stood motionless as he waited, until finally she moved to put her hand to the windowpane.
"Yes."
He inclined his head to her, brought the goblet to his lips and drank.
Pure, undiluted power slid down his throat. Like the delicate skin at her wrist, it was warm

A sense of peace and contentment filled him. He loved music, and he loved to dance. Teaching Tess to waltz was going to be a pleasure.
A half an hour later, he had revised his opinion drastically, as she stepped on his foot again. Instantly, they both stopped moving and glared at each other.
"Young lady, you are not an elephant," he told her. "Kindly refrain from imitating one.

Niniane gave the Vampyre a lopsided smile then looked at her hands. She couldn't possibly tell Carling that she thought the Vampyre was something precious and horrific, an enigmatic tragedy like the ruins of a historic battlefield.

Sometimes things change irrevocably. You turn a corner, hear a new song, read a book, fall in or out of love, or look at a painting in a different light.
Or you get shot several times.
Then no matter how you try, you can't unsee or unexperience something to make life what it used to be. The river always flowed downstream.

If he ever sang, she thought, the song would be so unbearably gorgeous, it would soar over spires of stone and steel, and pierce the hearts of humans and other creatures, and he could rule the world.

I want you too, so much," she whispered.
He murmured in her ear, "Then take me.

If you die, I will find you.
I will never leave you.
I will never let you go.
I will not let you fall, or fail.
I will always come for you if you leave, always find you if you're lost.
Always.

Only one person," he whispered to her. "Only one thing.

Dude, you ever taste harpy's blood? We're rarer than shit so I'm betting not. Want to go out for a drink sometime? If you put out, I might let you have a sip.

And if he had to do it all over, he would do it again. In the deepest privacy of his soul, down at the bottom of a well where no one else could hear him, the part of him that had weighed life and death decisions over the last several hundred years took her life and weighed it against all else.

Don't you dare leave me. I swear to God, I will follow you into hell if I have to and drag you back by the hair."

~Dragos

Tell me what the fuck you want me to do, and I'll do it.

I know I had that punch comin' to me. I owed you one. No hard feelings, sugar."
"Speak for yourself." Pia's words were coated in frost. "I've all kinds of hard feelings going on over here.

Dragos asked, "What on earth is that?"
"It's a vegan harvest roast."
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, lover, someone should have taught you this by now. The word 'vegan' and 'roast' do not go together in the same sentence.

That wild, dangerous part of him. He knew now where it was running, and to whom. He could never have known that the one place he would find peace was in the heart of the wildest, edgiest creature of all.

Maybe it was time to get cute. Her lower lip stuck out and her forehead wrinkled. In a small uncertain voice, she said, Sowwy?

Payback and death weren't the dragon's only companions. He was on intimate terms with chaos and strife too." Dragos

He did not want to climb down and visit the men again. He couldn't fly away. He wasn't sure because he'd only heard the word once before, but he thought he might be in a quandary.

When it was her turn to say good-bye, Aryal said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Niniane opened and closed her mouth. She said, "I have no idea how to respond to that.

She patted him on the butt and told him, Nice buns, cowboy.

He had come for her. He had promised everything was going to be okay, and he had come for her, and he had looked so crazy-sexy. No, monstrous. No, sexy. Oh damn.

Dragos angled his head and watched her leave. He still didn't like that image of her walking away. Someday you will trust me. Then you will tell me what more there was to the dream and why you were so shaken. You will not be afraid of me and you will tell me all your secrets. And then you will be mine.

He was surrounded by people who loved him, yet he had never felt lonelier.

Absorbed in looking at the photos, she said, "What I want to know is, why don't we have a private island?"
She had meant to be facetious, but Dragos's expression turned thoughtful. "Good question. I'll have to look into that.

He didn't know when he was going to get the chance to play WoW again. And it was damn important to do his bit to save all life on Azeroth while he could.

It's normal," she told the dragon, "for people to say please when they make a request. You said, 'Get something.' Most people would say, 'Get something, please.' "
"Ah." Dragos folded his arms. "But I did not ask for anything. I ordered it."
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "That you did.

He whispered, "I'm going to eat you until you scream."

~Dragos

He was the darkest of voices inside her head, the Night-kind King, and when he turned his gift of persuasion onto her, she wanted to take her soul out of her body and hand it to him.

I think you're my hero,' she said. Only half-kidding.
He stared at her, the picture of incredulity. 'Most people,' he said, 'think I am a very bad man.'
She studied his eyes to try to find out if that bothered him. He didn't seem bothered by them. He seemed discomfited by her. 'Well,' she said at last, 'maybe you're a very good dragon.

London was littered with social clubs and houses of chance, but Malfeasance was not just any gaming hell. It was located in the most notorious part of London and, Graydon had heard, was run by a pariah Djinn named Malphas.

Dragos, I'm beginning to feel like we're travel cursed. Something always happens when we go away.

And here was Captain Fantastic, a mere human with not a single spark of power in him and not a lick of sense, either. The fact that she had ever hooked up with him, even for a few months, would keep her humble forever.

You have one job. Just don't kiss assholes.

We're still not going to talk about it, but just think for a minute, will you? Dragon?" She curled her hands into claws. "Rowr? Me leaving town?

Rune's eyes danced and his lean tanned features lit with laughter. "You ... cooled the meat for me?"
"Rasputin cannot eat the chicken when it is too hot," she said, frowning at him. "It seemed logical that you would not be able to either.

You've eaten Goblin!" she exclaimed. "No," he said, "I've bitten Goblin.

Oh, fuck Zen," she muttered. "I'll get enlightened when I die.

I think it will probably get messy sometimes, and I know we'll make mistakes. Neither of us has lived a normal life, and even when people have the best of intentions, they still hurt each other. But do you know what that damn puck said to me the other day?"
She nestled against him. "What?"
"He said, 'What would we have if we didn't have forgiveness?

Molly, Molly, he thought. What a spectacular inconvenience you've turned out to be.

Eva. "Hugh swore he checked the room when he put Liam down for a nap, even though nobody had been in there since you got him up this morning. I swear to you, the house was locked up tight."
Locked.
Pia's head came up. "Oh, shit.

Liam couldn't stand it any longer. He wriggled to get out of Mommy's arms. As she bent to let him go, he scrambled over to the suitcase as fast as he could and dove into the gold coins. Picking up one coin after the other, he stared at them in complete fascination. Feeling giddy, he rolled around him. These were the best toys ever.

You drive me out of my mind. You make me so fucking crazy I can't think straight. Did you even notice? Every male out there, along with several of the women, were undressing you with their eyes - and they didn't have far to go. You can't go out in public like this. I mean, Niniane. What. The. Hell.

I am not a piece of property, damn it!"
"But you are in my possession."
She enunciated, "I think you are a lunatic."
"Since you are too, that works well enough." His mouth curled into a smile.

The love has got to be bigger than everything else. The isolation, the separation, the danger. When the love is bigger than all of that – you just do it. You pay the price in uncertainty and sometimes bereavement, because every moment you're together is worth the cost.

I don't know all the answers. Nobody does; nobody can. Take hold of this, Niniane. Take hold of me, and don't let go for anything.

What was the point of spying if you couldn't keep it a secret?

There's nothing you could do that I haven't seen an army of uglier, hairier people do thousands of times before.

You know you're mine, don't you?" he muttered. "You have to be. You just have to be.

That's why I quit," said Tiago. He popped another pastry into his mouth.

After a while he looked around the cage. No blanket. No food. No bunny. He heaved a big sigh and pushed at the door of the cage. When the lock sprang open, he walked out.

He wanted to knock these humans' heads together and toss them out of the suite, preferably out the window.

She was his thief, nobody else's.

Dragos

I've got to give myself one thing. Mom never did tell me not to steal from a dragon. No doubt she thought it was too flaming obvious to mention.

I will always come for you, always hold on to you. I swear it. I will never let go of you, never fail you, I will hold steady, no matter what.

Damn. Did that twee little chick just pull off scary?

I had a conversation with somebody. It was an epiphany." His voice was rueful. He rocked her. "From that point on I swore I would never eat something that could talk.

Been there, done that. I'm sure I've got a T-shirt somewhere to prove it.

Pia. "Maybe I'm being paranoid."
"Paranoid is a lot better than stupid, sugar." Eva.

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He really did demolish me. I don't know who that hellcat slut was that tore up grass and screwed her brains out. I don't know who I am anymore.
Pia Giovanni

Mom's smiles were the most beautiful thing in the world, and they almost always made things better. They almost even made an early bedtime okay, but not quite.

How like a male. Pull out some tools and start banging on something, and they flocked in from miles around. She pushed her hair out of her face with the back of one hand and scowled at him. "I am perfectly capable of breaking it down myself."
"Of course you are," he told her smiling. "That's not what I said. I said may I help?

He had not become a sentinel by worrying about what he should or shouldn't do. He would live or die as he always had, by making decision he knew to be right ...
Graydon didn't hide from life. He flew at it with everything he had.

Love is like a lion.
It's fierce and strong.
It conquers fear and uncertainties, and it knows how to fight.
Love fights to win and keep its mate, to do the right thing, to give to others in service, no matter what the cost.

Just wait until you see what I can do with the fancy stuff, like a bed.

Running footsteps sounded in the background, but it was only Daddy, so he ignored it.

What do you think about having some orgasms to celebrate?

You sure you weren't too clever for him?" Eva asked. "Don't get me wrong, I know he's bright. He's Lord of the Wyr and all, but he is still just a man.

She said, "Thank God. The spell didn't recognize you as an enemy."
He gave in to his impulse at last and cupped her chin, stepping close so that he could feel the heat from her body. It was a subtle warmth that touched him in places he didn't understand and had long denied existed. "That's because I'm not your enemy, Sophie.

Oh my God, not only is he older than the Grand Canyon, but he's like the pope and the Fae King and the president of the United States all rolled up into one. To some ancient cultures he had been a god.
He was going to hurt her so bad before he killed her so dead, and all she could think of was how hot his kiss had been in the dream and how delicate the touch of his finger was as it traced down her body.

That wreck, and everything on it, is mine. You made a big mistake, and not a healthy one for either you or your pretty companion.
Pia heaved a sigh. He did not just say that, did he? To Dragos, of all people.

He clenched his teeth and muttered, "I can't get deep enough."
...
Putting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "Try.

She paused and unexpectedly stroked her fingers down the feathers of his neck.
He froze. She couldn't know how intimate that seemed, or how sensitive he was to her touch even through the sleek covering of eagle feathers. Pleasure at being petted ran down his spine.
He should say something or step away. He did neither. Instead, ever so slightly, he leaned into her touch.
It was wrong of him, but his wrong button seemed to be broken, and he didn't care.

Pia was blackmailed into committing a crime more suicidal than she could possibly have imagined, and she had no one to blame but herself.

With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he couldn't put into words, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

Stop looking at my mouth."
His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. "What if I don't want to stop looking at your mouth?

I just had a dream." "About what?" "It's hard to describe. It was very dreamy.

A slightly crazed expression came into her eyes. She hit him again, harder.

Suddenly, she burst out, "I want to punch her evil, lying face."
Liam caught a flash of hot gold as Dad looked at them, narrow-eyed, in the rearview mirror. Dad said, completely seriously, "I can make that happen.

The plot thickens ... I didn't even know we had a plot on this trip.

Do you have to take note of every little thing I do? I mean every tiny, little thing, Dragos?"
"Yes," he said simply. "When I look at you, even when things are going to hell, somehow everything is all right.

A tail trailed the floor behind him. He reached for it with one forepaw, tugged the end and his butt wagged. The tail was attached to him.

How soon could you be ready to go?"
She tilted her head, and her smile turned into a grin. "Is fifteen minutes soon enough?"
"Really. Fifteen minutes." His gold eyes narrowed suddenly. "Those books. That conversation. You little Machiavellian, you set me up.

Eternity might be captured in a single kiss.

How exactly does one break the news to her husband that she's standing in a closet with the dead body of one of their dinner guests?

His massive head tilted. He regarded her with a gaze made tranquil by the bright sun and the limitless sky.
She said in wonder, "You are the riddle."
"Of course I am," said the gryphon.

In the morning, Liam enjoyed a long, lovely cuddle in bed with Mommy and Daddy. Then he grew excited because Mommy and Daddy started getting ready to go somewhere. Often that meant he got to go somewhere too, and he liked exploring this new, sunny place.

Try not to be too stupid, will you?
That sounded like some great advice ...

I apologize for my earlier behavior."
She gave him a sidelong grin. "You're not really sorry."
He gave that due thought. Carefully he said, "I am regretful that I am not sorry. Does that count?

I love you. I didn't want to. I fought it. I put up barriers, and they all came crashing down one by one. It wasn't just one thing. It was everything you did, both here in the present and back in the past. It's everything you were, and everything you are. So I just fucking love you, and you are going to have to fucking deal with it. You got that?

I thought if I could interest you in some treasure hunting, it would be a good way for you to stop and smell the roses – or, in your case, search for some shiny sparklies.