Archangel's Prophecy Quotes

“I will undo the universe for you.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“She ran into Dmitri during her search. Dressed in a slick black-on-black suit, his hair brushed perfectly, he just raised an eyebrow when he saw her. Elena pointed the half-eaten chocolate bar at him. “Mess with me and I will shoot you through the heart, I swear to God. I am so far past hangry, I’m homicidal.” A twitch of his lips. “Have you tried drinking blood?” Elena nearly pulled out her crossbow and carried through on her threat—the asshole was powerful, would survive it—then she realized he was serious. “Blood?” “Archangelic blood in particular. Violent amount of energy in it.” Finishing off the chocolate bar, Elena considered it. “I’m not a vampire. Would it even work?” Forget about the actual drinking blood part of it; if it would stop the hunger gnawing at her from the inside out, she’d pinch her nose closed and throw it back like medicine. Dmitri shrugged. “What have you got to lose?” “I’ll talk to Raphael.” Walking past, she said, “Sometimes, I can almost believe you might once have been human.” “Clearly, I need to up my game.” A hint of fur and champagne wrapped around her, sensual and caressing and mocking. “Argh!” Swiveling, she had the crossbow in her hand and was shooting the bolt before she could think about it. Dmitri moved . . . and the crossbow bolt thudded home in the wall behind him. “Destroying Tower property again.” A headshake followed those censorious words. “‘Don’t get involved with the white-haired accident-on-legs,’ I said to Raphael, but did he listen?” “Give me back my bolt you scent-infested-excuse-for-a-vampire.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“No power is worth you, Elena-mine. I would give up immortality for a single mortal lifetime with you.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“Fragments swam in his blood, weaving their way through his entire system. A system devoid of wildfire. Devoid too of the golden lightning. Uncaring of the loss and of the agony in his chest, he opened his eyes . . . and looked into those of liquid silver.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“I'm scared all the time," he admitted, bracing his hands on the counter. "I know he's powerful, I've seen him in battle, and yet the fear crushes me."
"Of course it does." Elena let her wing overlap his. "That's what it means to love someone.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“And so,” Andreas murmured, “I could’ve been the one who won a woman so unique that she charms beings old beyond time.”
“Nope. You aren’t Raphael.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“The dark existed whether you looked at it or not.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“We have to live in today,” she said, speaking to herself as much as to Beth. “Worrying about the future just steals the now from us.” “So does living in the past, doesn’t it, Ellie?”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia’s sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screamed it out and felt immediately better. “Right, Ellie, pack it away until your archangel gets home. Your focus is fixing this mess of Harrison’s.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“He was having a hard time with Aodhan so far out of reach, the two yet struggling to come to a balance in their relationship - Illium had become used to being the stronger one in the partnership, the one who looked after a badly traumatized Aodhan. But Aodhan was coming out of his shell, and the man he'd become wasn't the boy Illium remembered.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“I wonder at this age we live in where information must always be at the fingertips. Why does no one value patience?”
“Human lives are shorter,” she reminded him quietly. “A mortal life must be lived in fast-forward.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“I am not a mortal to be taken,” Favashi gritted out. “I am not a beast to be broken.” Each word was red with power and anger and rage. “I am an archangel.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“Foolish boy,” she’d said quietly as the two of them stood in the midst of the eerily blooming rose garden. “Now he will never have a chance to gain wisdom.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia’s sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy

“The owl looked at her again, its eyes endless and beautiful and strange. Under her hands, its warmth was a soft glow, and in her mind spoke the voice that wasn’t there. Child of love. Child of grief. Child of courage. Watch for the broken blade. Watch for the mourner. He is your death. A long sigh . . . and the owl spread its wings.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Prophecy