Dark Legacy Quotes

“He saw trust. Complete trust. It was a gift, a precious one, and it humbled him. I've got you, Emeline. I will always be with you.

Dragomire to Emeline, Dark Legacy, Dark #27”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“I can't believe I have you here with me," she whispered and turned her face into his throat, nuzzling him. Inhaling. Tasting his skin with her tongue. "My life was pain and terror. You took away his voice. You gave me hope that my daughter would survive and others wouldn't shun her. I was terrified and alone, and you changed all that. You brought beauty and hope back into my life. Thank you for that, Dragomire. I swear I will spend every minute making you happy."

Emeline to Dragomire, Dark Legacy, Dark #27”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“Dragomir frowned. You were glorified in song? Of course. My deeds were great. Weren’t yours? My deeds were great, and yet no one glorified me in song . Köd alte hän. Darkness curse it, Sandu.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“Dragomir laughed softly. “I see I am going to have an eternity of my woman challenging me. Do not worry, sívamet, I welcome the skirmishes.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“God. She loved the children. They were all so amazing. Every last one of them. She was grateful she'd made the decision to go into that labyrinth, the chambers of utter horror, to get them out. She refused to regret that decision, no matter the price she had to pay-- and she was paying it every single minute of the day.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“Know this, sivamet-this child will be mine. I will take Vadim's blood from you and exchange it for mine. Eventually, over time, she will be ours. My child and yours. My blood will change her cells. her organs, reshaping and repairing any damage. 'The healer-"

- Dragomir to Emeline”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“I'm going in.
Be careful. I am using a faint draft.
No worries, I am creating a nice habitat for the black witch moth. It isn't small, it has a seven-inch wingspan, but the undead would not believe a hunter would use such a creature to spy on them. I, however, will have to give my moth at least eight inches to be realistic.
Dragomir nearly choked. Leave it to Sandu. The black witch moth was legendary as a harbinger of death. And eight inches? It was starting. He shouldn't have shared humor with any of them.
Found another entrance here on the street. Ferro this time. I will go in as a black witch moth. Perhaps I should make my wingspan that little bit bigger as in keeping with my size. Say, nine inches?
Dragomir would have laughed if his present form allowed it. They might not find humor in the things they said, but they were funny. Now that he had regained his emotions, he shared them automatically with the others. It had been so long since any of them had felt anything, they almost didn't remember what humor was.
If we went by that, I would go for a ten-ing wingspan, Andor said, his voice droll. Sandu, I hope that you do not feel embarrassed
Given that much larger than eight to nine inches is going to draw attention and be smashed by some stubby vampire, I have no reason to feel this emotion - this embarrassment you speak of.
That rules out my twelve-inch wingspan, Benedik grumbled.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“Dragomir knew he'd never given much thought to love. He'd thought about his lifemate often. He'd been obsessed with finding her for centuries, but he'd never considered what he would feel when he found her. Not love. Not this overwhelming, terrifying feeling that shook him to his core. He hadn't known love could be felt through one's entire body. That it could manifest itself physically.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“She expelled her breath and he breathed in his name. Soft.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

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― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

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― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“and capable. I respect them,” Tariq said. “There are a few others but they’re relatively new and I’m not certain of them yet.” “How many there?” “Another seven. I’ve taken their blood, know they live by their word, but haven’t seen them in battle against vampires. The first time human fighters see the undead in action, especially in their true form, it is . . . disconcerting. That’s when I know whether they’ll be able to handle it. I wipe their minds clean if they can’t. These are good men and valuable assets.” Dragomir nodded. He had never considered drawing humans into their fight. Humans had always seemed very vulnerable. Tariq had always had the reputation of being fascinated by them. He spent a great deal of his time with them. He’d studied them, and now, he surrounded himself with them. He fit into their world with ease. Dragomir wasn’t the kind of man to dismiss an idea just because he wasn’t comfortable with it. He’d seen the security force in action and they’d helped tremendously. They hadn’t flinched in the face of the enemy, and Vadim had brought a strong force with him. The weapons they’d developed were impressive. Matt Bennett had been a huge help in the battle with Vadim. “The Waltons. I’ve seen them on the property,” Dragomir admitted, “but I”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy