Dmitri Quotes

“When I saw you fall..."
"You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.”
― Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

“Don't touch her," he growled.
There was a note in his voice that would of scared me if it had been directed toward me. He shoved me behind him, putting his body protectively in front of mine with my back to the table. Guardians came at us from all directions,and Dimitri began dispatching them with the same deadly grace that had once made people call him a god.”
― Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound

“That's what I was supposed to say...”
― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise

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

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

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

“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

“Illium seems far too pretty to be dangerous.” Dmitri’s male beauty, by contrast, was a darker, edgier thing.
“No one ever expects him to take out a blade and slice off their balls,” he said with lethal amusement in his tone as he drove them toward the George
Washington Bridge. “He does it with such grace, too.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“Bluebell,” she said, remembering from Erotique. “Pretty name.”

“I call Dmitri Dark Overlord.”

“Shae,” Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. “Now, pretty Bluebell”—another languid stroke across her skin—“tell the Overlord what you discovered.”
― 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

“You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri.” A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. “So I had to come back for you . . . husband.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?'
'By slitting his throat.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“He'd never forget what Naasir had said to him when Dmitri yelled that he didn't intend to bury another child and that Naasir needed to have a care for his life.

“Am I a person, Dmitri? Will you be sad if I die?”

Hardened and cruel though he’d become, the innocent question had shaken him. “Yes,” he’d said, as honest in his answer as Naasir had been in his question. “You are a person. You are Naasir. I’ll lose a piece of me if you die and it’s a piece I’ll never get back.”

Naasir had stared at him for a long time before coming over to hug him. “Okay, Dmitri. I’m sorry. I didn't know I was a person before.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Shadows

“In my time,” he said, “they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?”
Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed.
Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched.
“I’m no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I’d know how to fix you.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“Fine. But remember, little rabbit, not a word to anyone." He moved close enough that the dark heat of him lapped against her in a quiet threat that made her glad for the blade. "I'm not a nice man when I'm angry."
She held her position, a ragged attempt to erase the humiliation of the panic attack. "I'm fairly certain you're not a nice man at all."
His answer was a slow smile that whispered of silk sheets, erotic whispers, and sweat-damp skin. The unhidden intent of it had her heart slamming hard against her ribs. "No" she said. Voice raw.
"A challenge.” He wasn't touching her and yet she felt caressed by a thousand ropes of fur, soft and lush and unmistakably sexual. "I accept”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Legion

“Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but you're mine.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“It had only been two days – two days – since he’d seen her last, and yet he’d missed her every step of the way. How was that possible? To miss someone you’d scarcely had in your life at all? For all his knowledge, he had no answer, only knew that every moment spent by her side made it that much more difficult to leave again. To accept the incoming battering of noise, the necessary barrenness of his life. The loneliness.

He could hear the music of her voice so clearly as she spoke now, every inflection, every intonation. And the world around them, too – birds on the wing and children laughing. Her presence was a continual surprise, one that made him by turns calm and edgy and covetous. And mindful, his responsibilities, self-appointed though they were, crowding back into his mind on a silent sigh. The Descent was still closing in on him, and Dmitri still lived, which meant there was too much left to do and no time for distraction. But still...”
― Angela B. Wade, Breaking Sea

“Do not steal what only has value if freely given.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Enigma

“— He oído que tu Campanilla está aquí. —Dijo Dmitri. Una pausa llena de significado.
—¿Qué?
—Ten cuidado con Illium , Elena. Es vulnerable a la humanidad de tu interior. —Dicho esto se marchó. No reaccionó hasta que percibió el susurro de unas alas angelicales.
—Quédate ahí. —Permanecía de espaldas a Illium mientras hablaba—. Quiero inspeccionar el lugar primero.
—Tus deseos son órdenes para mí.
Lo miró por encima del hombro y vio que Illium pasaba una daga de plata repujada entre sus dedos con asombrosa velocidad. Su amigo, pensó. Era su amigo. Y no enturbiaría aquella amistad con falsas preocupaciones.
—¿Por qué me miras así, Ellie? —preguntó Illium sin apartar la vista de la daga que bailoteaba entre sus dedos. Su respuesta fue instintiva.
—Eres tan guapo que resulta difícil resistirse.
Una sonrisa deslumbrante, un deje de aquel acento británico aristocrático en su respuesta.
—Resulta muy duro ser yo mismo, eso es cierto.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort