A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)

by Kresley Cole

“Never run from one such as me, female.” Her attacker didn’t sound human. “You will no’ get away. And we like it.” His voice was guttural like a beast’s, yet his accent was . . . Scottish?

“The next man I take into my bed will accept me for what I am and won’t look at me with disgust for the way I’m forced to survive. I want a man who goes out of his way to make me comfortable instead of the opposite. Which means you’ve disqualified yourself from the competition from night one.”

“Would you run into his arms?” Nïx asked. Her aunts believed that a Valkyrie would know her true love when he opened his arms to her and she realized she would forever run to get within them. Emma had thought it a quaint legend, but her aunts swore by it.

When he watched her sleeping, he often thought, My heart lies vulnerable outside my chest.

I believe in times of adversity there’s a line that is drawn, a line that separates your old life from your new. You cross the line, you’ll never be the same.

“It’s not if you castrate an entire Roman legion, it’s if they believe you did. Perception is everything.”

His voice was so strong, so like Lachlain’s when he said, “Because that’s my queen, and I’ll die for her.”