He picked up a pen and moved a couple of papers on the desk. He’d seen a human in a movie do that as a way to end a meeting. Apparenty the females hadn’t seen that movie.
Would you take credit for someone else’s achievement when you had nothing to do with that achievement?” Ilya asked. “No.” “Then don’t take credit for someone else’s mistakes.
You can’t fall if you’re already on the floor when you faint. Words to live by.
I really wish I’d known Natasha and Ilya when I was getting my divorce. They took bloodsucking to a whole different level.
We are the tenants, not the landlords, a temple priest once said at a weekly gathering. We only borrow the air we breathe and the food we eat and the water we drink.
A dumb-ass piece of wisdom that has been proven wrong too many times to count. Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.
Humans were no end of trouble even before they did anything.
Swearwords were one of the best things humans had invented...
Then I wondered why Grimshaw thought I was the only one Viktor would attack. There were other humans at The Jumble. Maybe the rest of us could throw the Cornleys at Viktor when he arrived and then ask him if adultery had a taste. Sweet and spicy? Tart with an aftertaste of bitter? Focus, Vicki.
Don’t matter if you caw, Don’t matter if you shout. Crowbones will gitcha If you don’t watch out! – Crowgard rhyme.
May I offer you some advice?” Saetan asked. “Not as your father or as the Steward of the court, but as a man who talked to Marian this morning.” Misery filling his gold eyes, Lucivar said, “What’s your advice?” Saetan smiled dryly. “Get your ass home in time for dinner.
You are my breath, my life, my heart.’ ” Saetan smiled. “Does that say enough?” Tears stung his eyes. “That says everything.
But in the end, the cookies won.
Mrs. Beale made this. I can’t cook.” Lucifer took another mouthful and shrugged. “Cooking isn’t that difficult.” Then he looked up and wondered if a grown man had ever been beaten to death with a soup spoon.
He studied her for a long moment. Then he took that last step, bringing him right next to her chair. He leaned over. One hand cupped her face while his lips lightly brushed her cheek. The Sadist whispered in her ear, “He was grateful when I let him die.” She shivered – and knew he felt the shiver.
It’s none of my business, but I am curious,” Saetan said. “Why are you standing out here displaying your assets?
And all I’d done a few weeks ago was mention Trickster Night, so everything that happened afterward really wasn’t my fault.
Moon’s blood only throws me offstride three days out of a month. A cock makes a man potentially stupid at any hour of any day.
Dipping the last piece of lobster into the butter, Daemon held it out to her. “Someday you’ll find a man worthy of you.” She looked into his eyes, scared that she’d see some underlying message. What she saw was the warm affection of an older brother. She took the bite from his fork.
They were intelligent and vicious. Loyal and loving. Powerful and independent. Fiercely protective of those they loved to a sometimes annoying degree. They were his sons, and he loved them both.
And sometimes loving someone means being willing to fight them into the ground if they’re putting themselves in danger or doing something wrong.