Syn Quotes

He tightened his arm around her and reveled in the heat of her body against his. "You keep this up and I'm going to think you were worried about me or something." "I was worried about you, asshole. Don't do that again." He sputtered. "Excuse me, but I didn't do this. You need to leave that blaster in its holster. I mean, damn, woman, I now know where Caillen gets his impulsiveness from."
-Syn & Shahara ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn grimaced as if pain cut through him. "We have to get out of here. Now!"
Rushing toward her nightstand, she pulled out her weapons and module for her fighter. "Let's go."
"Just one problem." He dropped the blanket and stood in her room completely naked. "I need something to wear."
-Syn & Shahara ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

You missed with me so close? What? You failed your assassin training classes? Did you even bother to show up? Or are you just that incompetent? (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

God, you're so beautiful," Syn whispered against the side of his face while he held him still. "Never thought I'd find another man beautiful, but here you are." The ~ A.E. Via

Syn shamelessly buried his nose in Furi's armpit, enjoying the light-headed sensation basking in his man's scent caused. Furi ~ A.E. Via

Tell me, what smells like shit and screams like a girl? (Syn)
(He shot the Partini in the knee.)
That's right. You. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

There's no need in both of us dying tonight. (Kiara) I took an oath to save every life I could. I'm not about to back out on it now. I might be a lot of things, but a coward has never been one of them. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

So you're the infamous Shahara ... " He shook his head in amazement that such a petite beauty could inspire so lethal a reputation. "I wonder what Caillen would say if he knew you were here?"
I'm going to cut your balls off, Syn.
Yeah, that would probably be it ...
On the good side and if Syn was lucky. If Dagan was having a bad day ...
He shuddered.
-Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

And you're about to pay for that, baby." Furi spun Syn around and pushed his chest against the door. "Furious," Syn groaned when he felt his sweater being roughly yanked over his head. Furi's hand pressed hard into the center of his back, keeping him pinned against the front door. "Yes, punish me." Syn froze when Furi's assault on his body stopped immediately after he said that. Oh no. Furi's hair was brushing against Syn's face as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You ever been handcuffed, Sergeant? Restrained." Syn shivered, his cock leaking in his tight jeans. "Oh fuck." "Don't ~ A.E. Via

Crossing the floor, he grabbed Syn's hair and wrenched his head back. Blood poured from a cut above one eye and out of his nose and mouth. "Tell me where the chip is, rat."
"Still on the old block?"
Furious at yet another smart-ass retort, he kidney-punched him.
Tensing with the blow, Syn sucked his breath in between his bloodied teeth and grimaced. "Who taught you to hit? Your grandmother?" He narrowed that demented dark glare on him. "The only person you're going to scare with that is a three-year-old girl."
-Uriah & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Vik?"
The little metallic bird postured on the windowsill, eyeing him coldly. Vik's paint was iridescent and glossed-something the mecha had never liked, since he said it made him look like a girlie bird. "I'm surprised you remember my name." Vik paused before he added an acerbic, "Asshole."
Syn laughed as he rolled away from Shahara. "You prickly little shit, get over here."
Vik swooped in to land between the two of them on the bed. He burst apart, shifting from bird form to that of a more traditional mechbot. With his hand, he smacked Syn in the arm. "I thought you were coming back for me."
"I tried. I really did, but by the time I could, I figured you'd be gone."
Vik hissed then looked at Shahara. "He lie to you like that?"
-Syn & Vik ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

No problem, but just know that no one steals from Nero. He knows who you are and he will hunt you down and make you pay in ways you can't imagine – including this whole brain squeeze thing he does that will leave you with a migraine so bad, you'll wish you could bleed out your eyes to stop the pain. He's nasty that way. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

What happened to Darling's face? (Kiara) It got his. Repeatedly. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

They won't get you without getting us and believe me, we're not about to make our enemies happy and die here. (Nykyrian)
Damn straight. We have too many people to continue pissing off. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

I'll check on you when I get home. I love you, baby. (Kiefer)
I love you too, Daddy. (Kiara)
What the hell was that action? (Syn)
I think it's something called 'paternal concern.' (Nykyrian)
What…? You sure? I thought that crap was a myth. (Syn)
No, really. I watched it once in a documentary. It was fascinating. Believe it or not, there are people out there who actually have feelings for their progeny. (Nykyrian)
Get the fuck out. No way. You're screwing with my head again, aren't you? (Syn)
No, I swear. You just saw it with your own eyes. I did not make that shit up. (Nykyrian)
Yeah but it's really messing with my concept of the natural order of the universe. Paternal love? What's next? Limb regrowth? Genetic splicing reversals? (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Nykyrian shifted to one side of the door frame. "Stop stalling, asshole. Do you honestly think I'd be stupid enough to stand here until your partner comes up behind me?" He snapped his fingers.
An unconscious man was shoved through the door. Pitala cursed.
"I really hate taking out the trash." Syn joined Nykyrian as he wiped his hands together.
-Nykyrian, Pitala, & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Kasen lifted one of the bottles and read the label. "This stuff can kill you." "Yeah, but obviously not quick enough." He went to take another swig. Nykyrian jerked it out of his hand. "Hey!" He pulled it away from his grasping hand. "Don't even make that noise at me." Syn curled his lip. "You and Vik. You're both traitors. You might as well move in with Shahara, too." Vik had gone to live with her and refused to come back until Syn "got over himself". Little wormy betraying mecha bastard. Kasen shook her head. "I think this is the first time I've ever seen you drink from a bottle." Nykyrian snorted. "Lucky you. I've seen him tap a keg and funnel it."
- Kasen, Syn, & Nykyrian ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Death is just a new beginning ... at least in my religion. And extreme inebriation seriously helps. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

You want to live, right? (Syn)
Absolutely. (Kiara)
Then we're where you are, bathroom breaks being the only exception – unless you're in public, and then we get to risk additional arrest records. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Hey, don't apologize. We all have shit to deal with. I have the same reaction sometimes, too. (Syn)
I find that hard to believe. (Shahara)
It's true. You ever want to see me really wig out? Hand me a candy bar. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

I'm not a child. Don't talk to me like I am. (Kiara)
No, you're worse. You're an adult who still thinks the world is a beautiful place, filled with people who will help you just for the sake of being nice. Wake up and smell the bloodbath and humility the rest of us have to cope with. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

I can tell you love him. (Syn) Yeah, like a boil in my nether regions. (Kiara) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

A blaster against a knife isn't fair. (a Partini)
No shit ... and so goes my incentive to fight fairly. You want fair, play with kids. You wanna come at me, make out a will. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Zarya started to speak, then paused as she caught sight of Kyr in the doorway. He was staring a hole through Nykyrian. Syn nudged Nykyrian slightly to get his attention. "Look, Kip. Your friend wants to say hi." Nykyrian scoffed. "Damn, you're slow, Syn. He's been eyeballing me for about five minutes now." Syn snorted. "Eyeballing. Ar, ar. I get it." Unamused, Nykyrian released an elongated breath, but Zarya thought it was funny. Sick, ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Furi feverishly jerked his own cock. His hand moving so fast on his length, it was a blur. Syn wished he could see his lover's face, see him in the throes of passion. His head was too heavy to lift and Furi's face was buried in his damp pubic hair, his red, swollen mouth still hovering near Syn's sensitive dick, panting hot breaths on him as he howled his own release into the red-lit room, coating Syn's thigh with wet heat. Furi dropped between his thighs and rested his head on his groin, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his orgasm left him weak as well. Syn absently ran his hand through Furi's long tresses, while they both came back down to earth. Syn ~ A.E. Via

Excuse me, sir." One the young officers put his hand up to stop them. "Are you Furious Barkley?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Is there a problem, officers?" Doug stepped in front of Furi.

"Damn straight there's a problem." Syn stepped inside the door, yanking his dark aviator glasses off his face. The scowl he wore told Furi this was not a pleasant coincidence. "Thanks guys, you can go."

Furi stood with his mouth hanging open while Syn dismissed the officers.

"Seriously, Starsky. You gonna track my boy down every time he leaves the house?" Doug said angrily, still blocking Furi.

"He's not your boy. And what I do regarding Furi is none of your goddamn business." Syn's clenched jaw made his words sound like an evil hiss. He shouldered past Doug and got directly in Furi's face. "When I've been calling him for over six hours and he hasn't picked up or returned any of my calls, I'll send a fuckin' SWAT team to find him if I want to."

Syn spun and pointed his finger in Doug's face, "That's my say, not yours." Syn's voice was rising with his growing temper, and all eyes were on them.

"Okay, let's get out of here." Furi pushed at both men, urging them out the door.

As soon as they were out in the brisk fall air, Syn rounded on Furi, pushing their chest together. "Where have you been, Furious? I've been going crazy trying to check on you, and you're sitting here casually eating pancakes," Syn growled.
< ~ A.E. Via

Hell, no, I'm not sober. You think I'd be doing this shit if I were? And I notice I don't see your fat ass down here in the trenches so shut it before I forget I'm supposed to actually like you. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

C'mon, friend. It's two on one. You sure don't look like you're up to those odds. (Stranger)
You can't be talking to me. I don't have prokas for friends. And I assure you I could gut you both before your stench had time to catch up to your fall. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn tightened his seat belt as God drove like a damn lunatic through the city. He was now on the interstate doing over a hundred miles an hour.

"If the person's already dead, what's the damn rush, Cash?" Day grumbled, obviously not liking God's driving either.

God ignored his passengers and swerved over four lanes, cutting off an eighteen-wheeler and just missing the barrier as he took the exit ramp at seventy.

"Got a real heavy foot there, don't you Lieutenant?" Syn gritted through clenched teeth.

God let out a grunt as sharp green eyes caught Syn's reflection in the rearview mirror.

Please just watch the fucking road. ~ A.E. Via

Syn finished with dispatch then called his first officer. While waiting for the phone to be answered he told Furi to pack a bag with whatever he would need for the next couple of days. Furi didn't move.

"Furious," Syn growled. He wanted to get the hell out of that apartment just in case Sasha wanted to come finish the job.

"I'm not leaving. She is not going to run me out of my own damn place." Furi jutted out his chin in defiance.

Syn forgot about his phone call and came to stand directly in front of Furi. "Go and pack a bag now. That crazy bitch is not going to get a second chance if I have anything to say about it."

"You don't have anything to say about it."

"The hell I don't," Syn barked. "Your foolish pride will get you killed. Let's deal with her and then you're more than welcome to come home. Don't let your stubbornness make you an easy target, because that's just stupid."

"You calling me stupid?" Furi snapped right back.

Syn rolled his eyes in frustration. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Furious we don't have time for this Mickey Mouse bullshit right now. Go get your shit and let's move." Syn went over to the only window in Furi's apartment and stood watch while Furi threw some clothes, toiletries, books and a laptop into a bag, grumbling curses the entire time. Syn let him say whatever he wanted to, as long as he was doing what needed to be done.

Furi had a large duffle draped over hi ~ A.E. Via

That's it. Fucking look at you." Furi reared back to get a better look. The finger in Syn's ass slammed inside one final time and Furi shook it so fast it felt like a vibration against his gland and he didn't stop until Syn started yelling loud enough to wake the neighbors two floors below him. The first jet sent Syn crashing down to his knees and Furi went with him, never breaking stride. "That's ~ A.E. Via

I want blood! Two of Aksel's dogs cornered me near Tondara. They shot me. Those bastards actually shot a hole in my stabilizer the size of Mirala ... Aren't you going to say something? (Syn)
Were you hurt? (Nykyrian)
No. (Syn)
Then why are you having a fit? (Nykyrian)
I don't know, it just felt right. You see why I don't like being sober? I overreact like an old woman. (He opened his flask, then slammed it down on Nykyrian's desk.) Figures the damned thing would be empty. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

The dead won't hurt you, Shahara. Only the living can do that. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Not to mention, we're using you for bait. (Syn)
Are you that drunk? (Nykyrian)
What? I wasn't supposed to tell her that? (Syn)
I'm bait? (Kiara)
No, you're not bait. Ignore the alcoholic whose view of reality is distorted by his brain-damaged hallucinations. (Nykyrian) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Our probie kicked the door in before we gave the okay. We don't think he's going to make it on the task force, Cap. He's too much of a hot-head."

Oh, fuck that. There was no way that they were going to pin this on him. Syn growled and took several determined steps toward Day before God was there, blocking his path.


"You might want to think about your next move very carefully. Especially if it involves touching him." God's voice lowered to a frightening timbre. ~ A.E. Via

So long as you're not a snap, you're safe. (Nykyrian)
Snap…Syn used that term. (Kiara)
Single. Naïve. Amateur. Person. (Nykyrian) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

And you are? (Elfa)
One of the reviewers who wrote that you were a piss-poor substitute for Kiara and that the entire system is saddened by the loss of her from the show. I was just telling her that if she doesn't return soon and they leave your clumsy ass in, the show'll be closing prematurely for sure. (Syn)
You're a pig! (Elfa)
Oink, oink. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

(Nykyrian spun about at the sound, his blaster leveling at the body in the doorway.)
Whoa. Friend! (He tapped his chest twice.) Really good guy. 'Member me? (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Yeah. Kip gets to guard you and I get to house-sit. Life bites the big tee-tawa. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Yep. We're his Lieutenants," Day answered, picking up the largest coffee cup Furi had ever seen and taking a huge gulp. "You guys had a trying evening last night, so we thought we'd check in on you."

Syn just nodded. "Hmm. Right."

"Nice bandage." God peeked around his paper again angling his head at Syn's hand. "Nothing broken?"

Syn looked at his hand. "Furi wrapped it up for me last night. Just a little torn skin, it's nothing really."

"He tried to be all tough but I had to blow on it to make it feel better." Furi's teasing had Syn smiling.

"Glad you're okay, Syn." Day winked mischievously.

Furi looked at Syn. "You just don't realize how awesome it is to have such great bosses. Came to check up on you, considerate enough to bring you breakfast, I mean just all around awesome guys."

"Just wait for it, Furi," Syn cut him off.

"What?" Furi's brow creased in confusion.

"All the warm compliments you're giving God and Day ... just wait for it."

Furi looked confused. "I don't know what you're–"

"What else did you have to blow on to make feel better?" Day said around a snort. "Really hate to have missed that show, spanky." Day smiled broadly at Furi.


Furi groaned and dropped his head as he ran both hands through his hair. "You guys watched my videos."

"Hell yeah." Day grinned.

"For evidence and research purposes only," God ch ~ A.E. Via

Why are you being so cruel? (Kiara)
Honestly? Because I believed your bullshit lies when you spewed them and I don't often make that mistake. I should have listened to myself and known that in the end, you're just like every other sanctimonious ass out there who dares to call us callous and unfeeling. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

So how do you know him? (Shahara)
I knocked on his door one day and said, 'Hi, I'm here to rob you. Hope you don't mind. Oh, and by the way, will you be my friend?' (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Thank you, Shay. (Syn)
For what? (Shahara)
For looking into the eyes of nothing and seeing a man you could love. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

She took a seat by his feet and eyed the half-empty bottle in his hand, then shifted her gaze to the other three empty bottles on the floor. 'Are you drunk?' 'Comfortably Inebriated,' he said with a dark laugh, thinking of Shahara and her continuous need to know what C.I. stood for. Nykyrian scoffed. 'Well, if you get any more comfortable, buddy, I'll have to call in a med-tech.'
- Kasen, Syn, & Nykyrian ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

His blood rushed through his veins like lava as his cock turned rock hard. "Get a hold of yourself. You're not some horny teen chasing after the first girl who smiled at you."
True, but there was something about this woman. Something that put a slow burn in his blood.
Yeah, she wants to beat your ass, you masochistic bastard.
-Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

I never lied to you. (Kiara)
Of course you did –you said you could see the real us– that we weren't as bad as we claimed. But you didn't and, just like everyone else, so long as we risk our lives to protect and save you, we're okay. But the moment we have to make a choice not ours, the moment you see what our pasts have made us, you're horrified by the truth and hate us for it like we had some kind of choice in what we are. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

We're cat burglars baby. You gotta use your cat vision." Syn laughed quietly again. Furi ~ A.E. Via

Don't move," a smooth, lilting feminine voice ordered. Syn arched one brow. It wasn't every day someone got the drop on him, especially a woman who had a voice that lent itself to seduction. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Put something in your stomach to absorb the alcohol before you spontaneously combust from the fumes. (Nykyrian)
Yeah, it'd be a damn shame to blow my internal organs all over your new shirt.(Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn let out a tired breath. I'd never hit you, Cruel. I only fantasize about strangling you. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Furi just nodded with a secret smile on his face. If Joe or the caller only knew what was going on in Furi's mind. Goddamnit, Syn. He was so sated he was close to pulling out a cigarette and sparking one as if he were in his own bedroom. I'm in trouble. I want him ... bad. ~ A.E. Via

Hell had many interpretations. Syn knew that better than anyone. In his life, he'd managed to live through most of the common variations and discover a multitude of new ones. Why ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

No more goddamn fingers. Fuck me already," Syn hissed over his shoulder. Furi slapped Syn's ass a few times with his hard cock. "Damn, you are a bossy bottom, aren't you? Look at you. Aching for my cock," Furi moaned, rubbing his sheathed cock up and down Syn's crease. He grabbed the lube and drizzled it messily over Syn's hole. "Damn, ~ A.E. Via

No, it was the brutal loss of his family that haunted him and for that Nykyrian couldn't fault him at all. Syn had been put through a meat grinder by life. The fact that man could still get up and make it through a day without blowing his brains out amazed him.' (Nykyrian) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Shahara-"
"Zzzt," she said, holding her hand up. "Wasting time here. I won't even hear it. You go. I go. It's my sister's life on the line and I out-shoot and am pretty sure I outfight you, too." "I think we came up pretty even on that score." "But I am the better shot." He gave her a grudging glare. "I concede. However, I think I can take you when I'm sober." She took the bottle out of his hand. "Good. I'm going to throw this out." "Uh!" He reached for it. Shahara danced away from him and had the bottle upside down in the sink before he could catch her. He tried to get it out of her hands, but it was too late. "You are an evil, mean woman."

-Syn & Shahara ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

(He took a drink of the juice and cursed.)
What is this shit? Poison? (Syn)
You can't live on alcohol. (Nykyrian)
Wanna bet? (Syn)
Wanna die? Drink it and quit bitching. (Nykyrian)
You know, you're a little hairy to be my mother. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Shut up. Asshole. (Shahara) I live for your endearments. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn couldn't finish a single thought as Furi worked that wonderful gadget inside of him like a professional sex toy representative showing him all the features of the little wonder. Furi stroked Syn's hard cock with one hand, concentrating on the blushing head every few strokes while working the toy in and out of him, increasing in intensity and speed. Syn was so overwhelmed by sensation he was babbling some language that even Rosetta Stone couldn't teach. His ~ A.E. Via

Adron tsked at Devyn's CO, who'd done nothing but rag on him for the last two months since Devyn had been reassigned to this unit. The man really was lucky Devyn had learned to control his temper. Most days, anyway. Adron cuffed the CO on the back so hard, Quills actually staggered from the blow. "Yeah, that's what he wants you to think. But trust me. I know his skills firsthand. His father was the notorious filch and assassin, C.I. Syn. His mother the legendary Seax, Shahara Dagan." Devyn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sit over here with my throbbing feet and bleed in silence until we get to our destination. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Objects are the markers of our humanity. Everything we hold onto has meaning for us. Those things are souvenirs that can transport us to that exact moment in time and make us feel that emotion all over again.
-Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Shahara grimaced at him. He was categorically insane-that was probably what the C.I. stood for. It had to be. "You have some severe mental problem I need to be aware of, don't you?"
He flashed a half-dimpled smile that sent shivers the length of her body. When he continued, it was in a strange accent that sounded more than just a little too creepy. "Just because I eat babies for breakfast and pick my teeth with their bones doesn't mean I'm nuts."
She rolled her eyes. Given who his father had been, he probably shouldn't be making jokes like that. No doubt that had been his father's favorite delicacy. "Any other weird habits I should be aware of?"
"Just my need to dance naked in the streets under the light of a full moon."
-Shahara & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Furi pushed Syn's legs back and delved into his most private part, lapping with long slow, flat-tongued licks over his anxious hole. Syn ~ A.E. Via

Furi stared at the beautiful naked man and couldn't stop his own grin from stretching across his face. Imagining all six of them in bed would be way too overwhelming for him, but it made one hell of a visual fantasy. "Don't even think about it," Syn growled. "You're ~ A.E. Via

Let's find someplace where there aren't any dead people, insects, or rodents. For that matter, someplace that's big enough to accommodate both of us without crimping any internal organs. (Shahara)
Picky, picky, picky. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Maybe after seeing what God and Day had, Ruxs and Green, Syn and Furi, shit even young Curtis was in a relationship. If a young man like him could keep a three point eight GPA and still hold on to a man who will be the number five draft pick in the NFL this year, then surely Michaels could manage to find someone. On ~ A.E. Via

Furi's eyes roamed over Syn's muscular body, mapping each ridge and valley until his eyes landed on the thick, dripping cock jutting out proudly from a nest of dark pubic hair. Syn stroked himself a couple times, his head falling back as pleasure racked his body. Furi held out his arm, needing Syn's contact right now. Syn crawled up the bed like a panther stalking his prey. His dark eyes were full of hunger and just beneath that desire was a whole lot of love. "Syn. ~ A.E. Via

And before they led him away, Syn cast him a cold, evil glare that was all too familiar. One that made the hair on the back of his neck rise in fear. But then what had he expected? Syn was the son of Idirian Wade - the sickest, most lethal criminal to have ever been conceived. And Wades didn't buckle easily. Jonas ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Mmmm. Fuck yeah. Syn was so glad to see a glimpse of Furi's controlling side appear that it had him pumping his hips forcefully into the mattress while he pulled Furi's smooth cheeks apart and dove in, eating his hole with all the fierce animalistic lust he felt. "Yeah, Syn. Eat that fuckin' hole," Furi panted, lifting and rubbing his ass against Syn's face. Furi tasted better than the rich dessert they'd just consumed. Full of musk with a hint of his body wash. Syn knew he had to get that tight star to loosen up good so his lover wouldn't experience much discomfort, the same way Furi did for him. Syn didn't want to rush this, he had to calm down, they had all night. He slowed his energetic nipping to slow circles around Furi's pucker before dipping inside for his first deep taste. Furi's flavor was strongest there and it made Syn feel drunk. "Furi. ~ A.E. Via

All right, asshole. You want to wallow, wallow. It's no sweat off my balls if you crawl inside a bottle and pickle yourself solid. I've got other things to think about now. But let me remind you of something a good friend once said to me when I was being eaten alive by feelings I didn't understand. 'Even when my marriage was bad, it was good.' I had no real idea what you meant that night, but now I do and I'm grateful to the gods I can finally believe in that I took a chance on something that almost killed me. The life I have now…no, the woman I have now is worth every rotten moment of my worthless existence that led me to her door, and I would relive it all to have one kiss from her lips. You're the one who told me that the right woman was a shelter from the storm. (Nykyrian to Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

She sat down on the stool next to Syn. "Out of curiosity, why are you keeping me here?" It was against military protocol. In the past, whenever her father had "protected" her, she'd been moved to a safe location.
Nykyrian took a drink of his juice before he answered. "When you're being hunted to the extent you are, there's no real safe place. You're famous, which makes it all the harder to hide you. Better to keep you here where you have the advantage of knowing the terrain and are most comfortable."
"Not to mention, we're using you for bait."
Nykyrian cocked his head at Syn. "Are you that/I> drunk?"
Syn's eyes widedened. "What? I wasn't supposed to tell her that?"
Kiara was horrified. "I'm bait?"
"No, you're not bait. Ignore the alcoholic whose view of reality is distorted by his brain-damaged hallucinations."
-Kiara, Nykyrian, & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Before she could rethink her actions, she slugged Mara as hard as she could in her perfect face. And even that was a light punishment for everything she'd done to Syn. Mara fell to the ground, sobbing. But she took no pity on her. "Syn may be too much of a gentleman to hit you, but I'm not. I'm not only ashamed to call you human, I'm completely disgusted that we share the same gender. You want to know the truth? The only filth in this room is you, and you're the one who doesn't deserve to breathe our air. Decent's got nothing to do with birthright. It's all about actions, and trust me, you're the lowest form I've ever met and I've taken in the worst scum imaginable. But I'd rather sit at the table with them than you any day." She ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Life just is and the gods have their plans for us. We're powerless against them. In the end, we are what our pasts have made us and we live the lives the gods have chosen for us.
-Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn grunted and pushed his ass back for more. Furi knew the man was thriving under his words of praise. Syn was that type of man. He had to be the best at everything he did. He was a bottom, so he was gonna be the best bottom Furi ever had. "No ~ A.E. Via

Furi's palm was dry and the painful friction he jerked his cock with was tipping him over the edge fast. He opened his mouth wider, feeling Syn's length harden to granite right before the first hot splash of come hit his tongue. Syn bucked hard against him as usual, his orgasm kicking his ass. Syn bowed over Furi's head and grunted hard as the ruthless tremors racked his body. Furi barely had time to swallow the first couple of spurts before more creamy goodness flooded his mouth. Salty, warm and plentiful. Furi squeezed his eyes shut and kept the tight hold on Syn's cock in his mouth while he fucked his own a couple more times into his fist and shot his load over his other hand. Furi released a long throaty groan while he milked his cock head for the last drops. Furi ~ A.E. Via

Your cock is mine to do with what I want tonight. Until you just relax and feel, trusting me to take care of your needs, then I'm gonna make you wait for it." Syn ~ A.E. Via

My mother wasn't a psychotic criminal. (Kiara)
No. I'm sure she was a wonderful lady who loved you dearly. That she held you when you cried, probably even baked you cookies and gave you hugs and kisses before she sent you off to bed at night, and it's a damn shame a decent woman like her died so tragically. My mother, whore that she was, abandoned me and my sister to our father so that she could return to her cushy life and pretend we didn't exist while she left us in that house with a man whose name, even though he'd been dead for decades, can still make an assassin wet his pants. And if you think his cruelty was reserved for strangers, think again. My sister and I were target practice for him. So don't you dare talk to me about pain. My father wrote the book on it and he rammed it down my throat every day of my childhood until they killed him. And the real kicker is, my life under his demented fist was a lot better than Nykyrian's. At least I was able to hide sometimes from the ones trying to kill me. You want me to call your daddy, baby? Go right ahead. I'll be more than happy to take you to him. But know that Aksel will have his hands on you in a matter of hours. Then you'll be able to talk to me about pain and you'll finally have an idea of what we've endured. You won't live long enough to apologize, but true clarity will be yours before you die. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Did you wake him?"
"If I say yes, will you spank me?"
Syn rolled his eyes. "You're horrible, Mari. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Fuck you."

"Oh, now you want me too." Syn barked a laugh. "I thought you were straight."

"Syn," Furi snapped. "Knock it off."

Syn took Furi's backpack off his shoulder and slid it on to his own. He intertwined their fingers and Furi couldn't ignore how much he liked that gesture from his tough Sergeant. Doug still stood very close to Furi, watching them both through narrowed eyes.

"Stop looking like that," Furi whispered.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Doug whispered back.

Furi turned and looked behind him at Syn's ruggedly gorgeous face then down at their joined hands. He turned back to Doug's concerned eyes. "Yes, I do." Furi leaned in and chastely kissed Doug on the lips and watched him turn and leave.

When Furi turned back, Syn was wearing a large frown and his chest was frozen like he was holding his breath. Furi got as close to Syn as he could. "What's the matter?"

"Don't do that again." Syn's voice was rough and low.

"Do what?" Furi frowned in confusion.

Syn brought his free hand up and wiped the pad of his thumb across Furi's full lips. "Don't put your lips on him again." Syn shook his head when Furi opened his mouth to argue. "I know it was friendly, and it didn't mean anything, but humor me, okay? Don't put your mouth on his. Syn leaned in and pulled Furi's bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucked on it, right there in the IHOP parking lot. "O ~ A.E. Via

Fifty dorcas they're setting up an ambush near my ship. (Nykyrian)
No bet. I know they are. They're too stupid to not be obvious and predictable. Gah, I hate abiding by the law. Too bad you can't slaughter them where they stand. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

You do know I am my father's son, right? People don't talk to me that way and live. (Syn)
Oh, like I fear you. Never. Besides, a fight might dislodge whatever has crawled up your sphincter and bring back the much nicer version of you. (Shahara) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Hi, Mom. (Devyn)
It's the other parental unit. Not as pretty or as fierce as your mother, but loving nonetheless. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Where are you going? (Nykyrian)
To get a drink and kill Cruel ... not necessarily in that order. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Kill her. Hide the body. If only he could ... Damn, stupid conscience. Why had the gods given them that gift? It definitely should have come with a return policy.' (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

The first book, Doctor Syn: A Tale of the Romney Marsh was published in 1915. ~ Anonymous

Eat that fuckin' hole," Furi panted, lifting and rubbing his ass against Syn's face. Furi tasted better than the rich dessert they'd just consumed. Full of musk with a hint of his body wash. Syn knew he had to get that tight star to loosen up good so his lover wouldn't experience much discomfort, the same way Furi did for him. Syn didn't want to rush this, he had to calm down, they had all night. He slowed his energetic nipping to slow circles around Furi's ~ Anonymous

She paused as she realized he was looking at her. 'Am I doing something wrong?' 'No. I was just thinking how incredibly beautiful you are.' That didn't seem to please her as her gaze danced around in obvious discomfort. 'You're still drunk, aren't you?' He laughed. 'No. The hangover is starting to kick in. Head hammering like a mother.' 'Ah, that explains it.' 'What does?' 'Your eyesight's screwed up. I could probably take you into a retirement home and you'd be trying to score with Grandma right now.'
- Shahara & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

You'll survive, mu Tara. We'll make sure of it. (Nykyrian)
You can't guarantee that. You said it yourself. Even you're living on borrowed time, waiting for one of them to kill you. (Kiara)
And you said I was scaring her? Damn, bud. You're socially awkward to the extreme. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn took a deep breath. He was getting ready to step into Furi's sexual stronghold, and he was helpless to resist it. He didn't want to fight it. After the kind of afternoon he'd had hunting Furi down, the man owed him some stress relief. Syn ~ A.E. Via

Syn has a brain disorder that causes him to lie most of the time. Ignore him. (Nykyrian) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

[Vik] Okay, I'll drop the subject. But if you ever do that to me again, I'll stab you in the penis, which I'm sure will hurt."

[Syn] "Yeah, it would."

[Vik] "Good. Now I'm powering down for a bit to conserve my power. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn was new to relationships Furi had no doubt he could keep him spellbound indefinitely. He would show the gorgeous specimen stretched out beneath him how beautiful it is to be a gay man in a committed relationship. He'd hoped the scene tonight at God and Day's didn't dissuade him. Furi didn't need any more cocks in bed with them. While it could be fun, not all gay men played with other couples. One man was enough for Furi. Syn was man enough for Furi. He'd show him every day if he'd let him. Syn would be able to trust him with his heart and his body, knowing there was no way he'd hurt him. And he secretly hoped Syn felt the same way. "Furi, ~ A.E. Via

Vik got up and moved to sit more in her lap. "What are you doing, Vik?" He flicked into his bot form and draped over her leg. "I'm getting bored." "You can't get bored." "Yes, I can." He stretched out. "How much farther?" She laughed at his tone that sounded like a five-year-old. "My God, he's like having a child." Syn snorted. "Yeah. You even have to change his diaper at times." "Nah. Just my batteries." Syn arched a brow. "And your attitude." "Bitch, bitch, bitch. Now leave me alone while I nap."
- Shahara, Vik, & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Syn was braced on one forearm while he rubbed Furi's back with his other hand. Whispering soothingly in his ear, "You feel so good. You're so beautiful." He waited for Furi to adjust as he clenched his abs in determination. He wouldn't move until Furi was ready. ~ A.E. Via

This fucking city is full of nothing but thugs, money grubbing porn-bitches, and hustlers. I'm calling the police." Ex fumed as he struggled to pull his cell from his pocket.

If Syn weren't so damn angry it would've been funny as shit the way the man's jaw dropped when God and Day both pulled their gold badges out from under their shirts. Day smiled that sinister grin and kneeled in front of them, speaking in an official tone, "911, what is your emergency? ~ A.E. Via

You're being remanded into Gourish custody…dead. (a Partini)
'Cause let's face it, dead was just easier. Or so they thought.' (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

I feel I should warn you, I'm in a really bad mood. (Syn)
You'll be in a worse mood when we haul you in dead! (a Partini)
'Syn grimaced in pain at a comment so stupid it didn't even rate a snotty comeback.' (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Love. He said he loved me. "Love," Furi whispered to himself. He didn't know if it had been a slip-up, like someone said they love pie. Or if he really meant love and freaked because he didn't want it out yet. Kind of like Furi. He felt it was too soon to say the words. But Furi would give Syn some time and then he'd tell the man it was okay, because he loved him right back. He didn't care about a goddamn timetable. ~ A.E. Via

Vik came inside, cursing them both. "Do you know how painful the cold is on my circuitry?"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, I bet you are."
Syn looked up with a heavy sigh. "Quit bitching and get over here, Vik. I need you to boost my signal. I'm having trouble getting into a couple of servers"
"Yes, oh, great snotty bastard."
- Vik, & Syn ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

Oh my God…How could he do such a thing? What kind of monster is he? (Kiara)
You think you're so unsullied. How dare you sit there like some high queen dispensing her judgment on us. Don't waste pity on Arast. If he'd been given the chance, he'd have raped you slowly and in ways you can't even conceive of, then cut you into little pieces and fed you to his dogs. All except your head with your contorted fear permanently twisted on your pretty little face – that he would have sent home to your father as a present, but only after he'd been paid. And that's nice compared to what he'd have done to Nykyrian. To what he's done to Nykyrian in the past. (Syn) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon