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“They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“You do realize this makes your wings even more unique."
"Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.”
-Hawke to Sienna”
― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow

“He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?"
"Blades," he whispered, "and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“Tell me something, Raphael?"
He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?"
She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?"
Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“You know how spooky Ashwini is. She called an hour ago to tell me she has a secret stash of handheld grenade launchers she thought I might want to know about. My response was, 'What the fuck?”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“He was trying to make me his bed buddy. I declined. He gave chase."
... "How, exactly, did you 'decline' his offer?"
"By slitting his throat."
The silence in the garage was broken only by the sound of water drip-dripping somewhere in the distance. Sara just stared. So did Ransom. Then the idiot male started laughing hysterically. He laughed so hard he fell off the bike and onto the scarred concrete of the garage floor. Even that didn't stop him.
Elena would've kicked him, except he'd probably use the chance to pull her down with him. "Shut up before I do the same to you."
He tried to stop laughing. Failed. "Jesus, Ellie. You are awesome!”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“What would you like to call me?"

That made her pause. "Husband" was too human, "partner" factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, "mate"...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. "Mine," she said at last.

He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. "But for public consumption, you are my consort."

"Consort," she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. "Yes, that fits.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Option 1: Attempt to back out.

Probable result: Death after painful torture.

Option 2: Do the job and hope.

Probable result: Death but probably no torture (good)”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Sometimes I remember that I can't always protect those I love." Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky.

She didn't try to tell him that he wasn't God, that he couldn't protect everyone. He knew that.

But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. "I wish you'd love me."

Why?"

Because then maybe you could protect me, too" Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.”
― Nalini Singh, Slave to Sensation

“He has a fascination with mortals.

Raphael had said that to her before she'd woken with wings of midnight and dawn.

"Why are you starting at me, Ellie?" Illium said without taking his eyes from the blade dancing around his fingers.

The words were instinctive, something she might as easily have said to rib Ransom. "You're so pretty, it's difficult to resist."

A flashing grin, a hint of that aristocratic English accent in his response. "It's hard to be me, it's true.
”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Riley : "Do you want to claw at me, kitty-cat? Come on."
Mercy: "Sorry, I don't beat defenseless puppies.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“We die...... We die together. That's the deal.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“The bastard kissed her. She was so mad, she bit him hard enough to draw blood. Raphael pulled back, lip already beginning to swell. “We are no longer even, Elena. You’re now in debt.”
“You can deduct it from my slow and painful death.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“There was a very slight chance she might actually kill him that way, and if she did, she’d be brought up on charges. Unless, of course, she could prove harmful intent. She could see it now.
See, Your Honor, he was going to f*ck me silly, make me like it.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Even as she spoke, silver blue flashed on her other side and then Illium was standing beside her, his wing touching Elena's in an intimacy that made Raphael raise an eyebrow. Illium's lips curved in a wicked smile that did little to hide the intensity of his emotions. I would not watch you die again, Sire. His veins stood out against his skin as he gripped the wrist of one hand with the other.

Raphael met those eyes of gold that had stood beside him for centuries. If I had done so, I would have gone knowing you would keep my heart safe.

Illium's gaze went to Elena. Always.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“You don't fear me," he said now.
She wasn't stupid enough to lie. "I'm petrified. But I figure you didn't make me come all this way just so you could push me off the roof.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the knife.
Shit.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover. What Rissa‘s death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do a thousand times worse to the man I‘ve become."

Hawke to Sienna”
― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow

“For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?”

“Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“How long have you been with Raphael?”
“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”
“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.”
-Venom and Elena”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. “Mind if I have a go?”
“Kick his ass.”
Stripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom’s blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. “Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?”
“Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?” A savage grin, and she knew Venom was about to bear the brunt of whatever haunted the blue-winged angel.
Venom swirled his blade in hand. “I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Oh, this is a special blend for you." Taking one of the fingers she hadn't licked, he rubbed it along her lips. "What we usually shed is apparently comparable to the most delicious of chocolates or the finest of wines. Decadent, rich, and very expensive."
She told herself she wasn't going to lick the glitter off her lips. "And this blend?" The taste was inside her mouth without her having any knowledge of taking it in. And Raphael was incredibly close, his wings creating a white gold wall all around them his hands strong and warm on her hips. "What's so special about it?"
"This blend," he murmured, bending his head, "is about sex."
She put her hands on his chest but it wasn't a protest. After the blood, the fear, she needed to touch him, to know this glorious creature existed. "Another form of mind control?"
He shook his head, his mouth a hairbreadth from hers. "It's only fair."
"Fair?" She flicked her tongue along his lower lip. It made his hands clench on her hips.
"If I licked you between your thighs, your taste would have the same aphrodisiac effect on me.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Should've thought of that before you told my ex-girlfriend I eat live kittens for breakfast."

A tiny twinge of guilt. Then the cat wondered what Riley would think of her last successful "shoo-away." "Who knew she'd believe me?" [Mercy responded.]

"Oh no? When you 'accidentally' opened the cupboard to expose my 'kitten cage' full of the poor, sad kitties I was going to snack on?" A raised eyebrow. "Wasn't the cage next to my special 'kitten defurring' tools?"

"They were obviously fake."

Bas just stared at her.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“Ransom really looked at the other man for the first time, shook his head, stared again.“Holy hell, your eyes are like a fucking viper’s.”
Venom raised an eyebrow.“You have hair prettier than one of Astaad’s concubines.”
Ransom gave the vampire the finger.
Venom grinned.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Some things were worth the dance with danger.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.”
― Nalini Singh, Slave to Sensation

“We'll build our own home."
The promise curled around her heart, a vivid ray of sunlight. "In Manhattan?"
"Of course." A slow, slow smile. "What kind of mansion would you like?"
Damn, but the archangel was playing with her again. The sunshine grew, filled her veins.
"Actually, I kind of like yours." She slid her arms around his neck. "Can I have it? Oh, and can I have Jeeves, too? I've always wanted a butler."
"Yes."
She blinked. "Just like that?"
"It's only a place."
"We'll make it more," she promised, her mouth to his. "We'll make it ours.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“No one has ever been able to pinpoint the trigger."
"But?"
"But it is legend that ambrosia only rises when-"
She held her breath.
"- an archangel loves true.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!”
He froze. “I might let you.”
“I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.”
― Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow

“I’ll need a sparring partner.”

“Karate?” Those completely human-seeming eyes brightened in interest.

“Katana.”

“Hot damn. Let’s do it.”

Lucas coughed. “If you two have stopped flirting, we have business to discuss.”

Indigo grinned but stayed silent. Mercy wasn’t so reticent. “So that’s what it takes to get into Dorian’s pants. I’ll let the sentinel-chasers know.”

Her packmate’s growl only widened her smirk.”
― Nalini Singh, Caressed By Ice

“I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“How can I be angry with the other half of my soul?" he asked, his tone so tender it tore little pieces out of her heart. "I have a temper, baby, and I know I fucking brood. But even if I act pissed, even if I snarl, it doesn't mean I love you any less. Your soul shines, Tally, and I'm so damn glad it shines for me.”
― Nalini Singh, Mine to Possess

“Are your eyelashes like your hair?”
“Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?”
Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.”
“When you have it, flaunt it, I say.”

-Elena and Illium”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he’d decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.”
― Nalini Singh, Hostage to Pleasure

“Dorian gave a smug grin. “My mate thinks I‟m the most gorgeous leopard she ever saw.”
“Show us the footage before your head explodes,” Lucas muttered, but his own cat was grinning to see Dorian so happy. The sentinel had been latent most of his life, unable to shift into leopard form. Now that he could, he did so at every opportunity. “Have you managed to catch a rabbit yet?”
A single eloquent finger. “Fuck you.”
Lucas snickered. “What about trying for a turtle?”
Dorian lunged out of the chair and went for Lucas‟s throat.”
― Nalini Singh, Bonds of Justice

“I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as
Elena, than live as a shadow.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“I’ll wait for you to find me again. So don’t take too long.
-Dmitri”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“I've never heard a man's cock described as a fang before...."
"Fang, cock.... It's all sexual to a vampire."
"But not to an angel. My cock serves a highly specific purpose.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Honor?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. “Tired of your Bluebell already?” A tendril of champagne circled around her senses, cut with something far harder. Never had she felt that harsh edge in Dmitri’s scent. She pitied the woman he took to his bed today.
“Yeah, that’s it. I’m building a harem.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort