Aidan from the past: He took her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. “Accept me?” His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked from rain. Declan in the present: He gripped her nape. “I fucking love you, Region!” Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, “Love me back!

— Kresley Cole

Apparently unaffected, she rose. "Yeah, you're probably right. I should be going." She feigned a yawn. "You've got to head back to work, and I got a head to jail. Big night for me. I'm planning to shiv someone for a bar of soap. --

— Kresley Cole

Bothered briefly gazed heavenward. "Chase is clearly a reluctant sharer. Which should incite her curiosity about what's going on in his head. She's a disgustingly self-righteous Valkyrie, filled with the need to fix things, to right wrongs. If anything needed fixing ..." He waved a hand to indicate Declan from head to toe. "As wrong as he can be.

— Kresley Cole

Don't get Missy with me leech." With a glare, Narrow pressed her print to his torque. "Even tapped out, I can still do a love spell to make you fall in love--with the sun.

— Kresley Cole

Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop--

— Kresley Cole

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister!" She briefly covered her mouth. "He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private." Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. "As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.

— Kresley Cole

He gripped her nape. "I fuckin' love you, Region!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love Me Back

— Gena Showalter

He shot to his feet, faced off against her. "No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie." Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her

— Kresley Cole

He's like six hundred years younger than you are. I refuse to be the moral compass of our cell! Most weekends I have an intoxispell bong attached to my mouth like a respirator. I love scatological humor, and I list 'pranks involving nuclear waste' and 'making demons eat things' as my hobbies.

— Kresley Cole

I can't believe you're going to sacrifice your archery mojo for Macramé." Lucia would forfeit her fantastical skill with a bow if she was unchaste. "Who am I going to hang out with when you're a talentless nobody?

— Kresley Cole