Dark Skye Quotes

“Before you were my enemy, you were my best friend.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“This is a formal affair. Kali is wearing twelve skulls.”
Nïx’s eyes went wide. “I should’ve vajazzled!”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“We’re married now. I’m not going anywhere.” And she meant it. He was her husband, her lover, her prince.
Thronos was her best friend.
Though she worried what tomorrow would bring, she believed in them.
As he was drifting off, he said, “With all my dreams having come true, what will I dream of now?”
Oh, damn. Lanthe gazed at his face in sleep. I just fell in love with him.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“When drops from the canopy kissed her face, he drew his wings over his head, creating a shelter. “I’ve always room for you too.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“..support me in this.” She took her sister’s face in her hands. “For me, Thronos is all the gold in the world. He’s my next heartbeat.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“You could’ve sent a message to a letter station at one of the portal gates.”
“What should I have written? Dear Harlot, rumor has it that you are very happy with your new life in Rothkalina with your beloved brother Omort. I hear that you have all the gold you could ever want, and I know how much you always enjoyed a good blood orgy. Well done, Melanthe! By the way, would you like to meet for a rational discussion about our future?”
“Well. I did have a lot of gold.”
Do not strangle her!”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Every second we're together, I get under your skin as deeply as you've scarred mine.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“When Sabine parted her lips to argue, Lanthe said, “This baby bird’s gotta fly, sis.” “Great,” Sabine drawled. “She’s already speaking in avian metaphors.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Lanthe whirled around and punched her sister in the tit. Regrettably, Sabine was wearing a metal breastplate.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“I broke a little boy’s body. And a young man’s heart.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Let’s just put it this way: I don’t think I’ll be able to twerk my way out of this.— —Don’t know what twerk means, Melanthe.—”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Rumor holds that Sabine trapped him to use as a sex slave, tormenting him until he agreed to wed her. Then he made a slave of her.”
She blinked at him. “Like those are bad things?” At his look of astonishment, she said, “They enjoyed tons of bondage, some master/sub stuff, a real-live dungeon with shackles, role and cosplay. Spankings and repeated orgasm denial. You know, typical BDSM. But don’t worry, they were doing it before it became cool.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Or she could command him to repeatedly stab himself in the dick. Then she’d run away as fast as she could manage—seeing as she would be laughing really hard.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Seductive Lamia observed, “Under your direction, La Dorada the Queen of Evil has arisen.”
“Dora and I are like this.” Nïx spread her arms wide. “Now, I’ll be the first to admit she’s not without faults. Very grumpy when she wakes up. And with Dora, it’s always me me me, ring ring ring. ”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“I think the words you’re searching for are ‘Thank you, oh great and wonderful sorceress.’ ”
He narrowed his eyes. “You saved me from falling now. If only you’d shown me the same consideration when I was a boy.”
“If only you’d warned my family that yours was coming over for tea and decapitation! What else have you got? I can do this all day!”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“With all my dreams having come true, what will I dream of now ?”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“If a sorceress wanted a man who would stay faithful even when bespelled and accosted by nymphs, then she had to support that man even when he believed he could rehab his douchelord brother.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Lanthe, when we get older, you’re going to be mine.” She blinked up at him from a garland she’d been braiding. “How can I be yours when I’m my own?”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Oh, and you should know . . . if you keep calling me harlot, sooner or later I’m going to have a rage blackout, and then I’ll wake up to find you—awfully sadly—dead.”
“You threaten me? A powerless, physically weak sorceress?” he sneered. “I must amend my treatment of you forthwith.”
“You’ve turned into a sarcastic, unbalanced, judgmental dick.” To herself, she muttered, “Man, can I pick ’em.”
“If you take issue with the term harlot, then perhaps you shouldn’t have slept with half the Lore.”
“Half?” she scoffed. “Three-quarters for the win!”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“You told me earlier that the necklace is your favorite. You’d give up your most treasured gold for the Vrekeners? For this kingdom?” She made a scoffing sound. “Not in a million years. But I’d give it up for you. Because that’s what we do—we save each other’s asses.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“I will rise from the ashes of the old ways to become Phenïx, the goddess of . . . accessions.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Besides, I don’t take issue with the term as much as the fact that you feel you can judge me. I despise judgmental people.”
“As do most creatures who deserve to be judged.”
“You got me. I’m a ho fo sho.”
-What did that mean?- “You speak like a human.”
She nodded, as if that hadn’t been an insult as well. “I watch a lot of TV.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“He stalked up to her, yelling, “Do not call me demon!”
She forced herself to hold her ground, then repeated his earlier words: "Sensitive about this, creature?"
“Demons are savage. Vrekeners have grace and a sacred purpose. We are descended from gods!”
"How do you know this?"
“From the Tales of Troth—sanctified knowledge passed on from one Vrekener generation to the next for millennia.”
"I’m going to have to stop you, because you’ve already bored me.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“If you want to reach something badly enough, you will.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Lanthe’s nieces were super brilliant, could already trace. If they sensed danger—or bath time—they would simply teleport their diapered butts away.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Not even going to discuss this. I’m going to stay in my gold house and sleep on my gold bed and ski down my piles of gold like Scrooge McDuck.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“The virgin was seducing the seductress!”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“I hope this one’s a show-er and not a grower, or I’m a dead woman.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“Apparently, he was a show-er and a grower.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye

“It wasn’t even fair. Which was okay, since Sorceri only cared about fair play when it benefited them. Otherwise, they were not fans.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Skye