Instinct Quotes

“What?” Richardson snarled. “No smart retort, Mr. Gautier? Cat swallow your tongue?”
Nick gave her a charming grin he didn’t really feel. “No, ma’am. A gator named Sense Formerly Known as Common.”
Sneering at him, she tottered her way to her desk so that she could insult someone else and ruin their day.
Caleb let out an annoyed breath. -Great,- he projected to Nick. -Now I have to get detention, too. I really hate you, Gautier.-
Nick batted his eyelashes at Caleb. -But I wubs you, Caliboo.-
That succeeded in wringing a groan out of Caleb.
“What was that, Mr. Malphas?” Richardson asked.
“Severe intestinal woe caused by an external hemorrhoid that seems to be growing on my right-hand side.” He cast a meaningful glower toward Nick.
The class erupted into laughter as Richardson shot to her feet. “Enough!” She slammed her hands on her desk. “For that, Mr. Malphas, you can join Mr. Gautier in after-school detention.”
Caleb let out an irritated sigh. --More quality time with my hemorrhoid. Just what I wanted for Christmas. Yippee ki-yay.--”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Takiramon," Dagon and Xev said in unison.

"And that would be what brand of Pokémon, Ash Ketchum? Should I fetch Pikachu's bal and have at it? I choose you, Dagon!”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Since the day he was born, he'd been defying the odds. Today was not the day to stop that trend. Unlike Ambrose, he wasn't about to give up or give in.
So long as there was breath in his body, there was life. So long as there was life, there was hope. And so long as there was hope, there was the possibility of victory.
Life wasn't about just getting by. It was about getting through, no matter what, and making the most of every minute.
A chill went down his spine as he remembered what his father had said to him. <>.
Nick Gautier would not be remembered as a coward or a villain. He was going out a hero and a champion.
And he would not go down without a vicious, vicious fight.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Ooo, ooo, ooo, the Simi finally knows an answer! It in that scary, scary room, in that scary temple in the lowest level of Hades’s domain. Least it used to be and I doubts anybody’s moved it ’cause that ugly, snarly dogs thing with all them heads gets really nasty whenever someone goes down there. And them dragons and snake-headed people not real happy ’bout it neither.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Ever heard of a demon getting sick?" Zavid

'Of humans? All the time. It's what we live for" Livia”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“You think because you are born of light that you're somehow better and kinder than those who aren't, but you're not. It merely makes you feel entitled in your wrongful actions against others. But, you're no better than my mother. If anything you're worse because you think your viciousness is justified...”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Don't look at me for this. As stated I lack the necessary female equipment for wet nursery. And I once killed a cactus and Bubba's goldfish watching over them. No offense, I don't want to kill Malphas or find a toilet big enough to flush him. Come to think of it, I don't recall him eating anything around me. Ever. Last time he went down, he told me he wanted blood to heal, and I only do that for the Red Cross." Nick”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“He only felt a traitorous part of his body that wanted to be connected to her. But he knew better than to listen to that part of himself. It had a mind of its own that could get him into all kinds of nightmares if he let it.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Since the day he was born, he'd been defying the odds. Today was not the day to stop that trend. Unlike Ambrose, he wasn't about to give up or give in.
So long as there was breath in his body, there was life. So long as there was life, there was hope. And so long as there was hope, there was the possibility of victory.
Life wasn't about just getting by. It was about getting through, no matter what, and making the most of every minute.
A chill went down his spine as he remembered what his father had said to him. 'The Malachai will never be forgotten. But it's entirely up to you as to how you'll be remembered.'
Nick Gautier would not be remembered as a coward or a villain. He was going out a hero and a champion.
And he would not go down without a vicious, vicious fight.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Sadly for you, I think I'm going to live, Simi. You can stop slapping me now. I've already lost enough sense. Can't afford to lose any more brain cells. I really really need my last three before I forget how to spell my name. It's hard enough to pronounce." Nick
"well, poo. Not poo that you'll live, 'cause the Simi would probably miss you if you died, but poo that I'll miss all that good old salty boy meat. Though we needs be fatting you up some to make you really good eats. Hmmm." Simi”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“You drank my blood?" Nick
"Aye" Aeron
"Dude, that's gross. I hope you brushed your teeth afterward. Saw a dentist. Drank a gallon of Listerine." Nick
"I told you he wouldn't be angry for it." Nashira”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“What happened to you?" Nick
"Remember what I told you about holding your temper, Malachai?" Aeron
"Yeah?" Nick
"Hold your temper." Aeron”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Eh, ca c'est bon. That was life. Some days you ate the rougarou. Some days the rougarou devoured you.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Nashira, hear me and step forward. Not in words, this time, but in your woman's form. The time has come for you to be restored. A favor to a favor. A Malachai once took you from this world, now the time . . . has come . . . for a Malachai to return you. With my dying breath, I free you from your slavery. I'm just sorry it took me so long to figure out how to do it." Nick”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Demons, please! I ain't your hell-monkey. Really don't have time for this!" Nick”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“I don't want to hurt you, Dar. Either get out of my way or I'm going through you." Xev”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“In theory, especially in the case of Stone, those who have human hearts would remain cognizant of their behavior and in control of themselves. Those who are Katagaria . . .”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“And we’re back where we started. Beginning to feel like I’m riding a hamster wheel.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Nick looked at Lerabeth. 'Hey, bird? A hand or wing here, please?'
The bird snorted. 'I'm your guide. Not your soldier. You're on your own, Malachai.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“One of the demons pointed at Nick's foul orange shirt and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter before it stepped back and they moved away from him. Great. Even the seriously jacked-up horror movie rejects mocked his wardrobe.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Please don't let it be really hot here.' New Orleans in August was about as hot as he wanted to deal with. And he definitely didn't want to smell rotten eggs for eternity. He'd had enough of Kyrian's dirty laundry for that.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“I can't believe you were dying and your last act was to think to free me." Nashira
"Well, I just figured out how to do it. But I wasn't completely sure it would work. I wanted to ask Caleb about it, then he got sick before I could. And all this other crap happened. Since I was dying, I figured it was worth a shot before I went. No need in you being trapped in there for the rest of eternity if you could go free." Nick
"And that is why we worked together to save your life. Why we have watch over you and worried that you wouldn't pull through." Nashira”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“Oh no! Akri-Nicky! You okay? The Simi didn't know it was her favorite blue-eyed demon boy when she hit him so hard so as to protect his precious akra-mama. Oh no! You still living and breathing and not broken? 'Cause if you not, can the Simi eat your dead, meaty remains? Please, please, please? Maybe some of them bones, too, 'cause the marrow can be quite tasty in its own right." Simi.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“It wasn't so much that the male entity had a couple of inches on him in height--which was impressive, as few beings topped his six-foot-four stance--as it was the muscled girth of him. And the aura of absolute malevolent blood-thirst that said he was here to make Nick-McNuggets.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct