“She had tried to imagine him as a young Gladiator in the arena. Back then he must have been as dangerous as a lean, half-starved alley cat. Now, the alley cat had long since vanished. What stood in his stead was a scarred and even more deadly lion who carried the weight of having lived for many years in his prime.”
— Thea Harrison
“So, is that your long scaly reptilian tail, or are you just happy to see me?”
— Thea Harrison
“Maybe your sperm is so mighty, you shoot magic bullets.”His intent expression splintered, and he burst out laughing. Almost as quickly, he sobered again and told her with a completely straight face, “Of course I do.”
— Thea Harrison
“She crooned in his head. Honey, I’m so proud of you for not killing anybody.His gaze flashed to hers, and that flat, assessing expression vanished as he laughed. Squeezing her fingers, he told her, Week’s not over yet.”
— Thea Harrison
“I’ll make you eat those words.””You are very welcome to try,” she whispered. Her attempt at cockiness had turned breathy and yearning. “Please, try very hard.”A smile lit his hard features. “Trust me, that will be entirely my pleasure.”
— Thea Harrison
“Tiago turned to survey the large, crowded ballroom. “Good job not killing anybody.””That’s what Pia said,” Dragos told him. “Night’s not over yet.”
— Thea Harrison
“Do you have to take note of every little thing I do? I mean every tiny, little thing, Dragos?””Yes,” he said simply. “When I look at you, even when things are going to hell, somehow everything is all right.”
— Thea Harrison
“Great, numbskull. Just bloody great. You’ve already managed to piss off the Queen. What’s next on your agenda, setting fire to Disneyland?”
— Thea Harrison
“She paused and unexpectedly stroked her fingers down the feathers of his neck.He froze. She couldn’t know how intimate that seemed, or how sensitive he was to her touch even through the sleek covering of eagle feathers. Pleasure at being petted ran down his spine.He should say something or step away. He did neither. Instead, ever so slightly, he leaned into her touch.It was wrong of him, but his wrong button seemed to be broken, and he didn’t care.”
— Thea Harrison
“I can’t mate with you and hope to live.”
— Thea Harrison
“He had not become a sentinel by worrying about what he should or shouldn’t do. He would live or die as he always had, by making decision he knew to be right…Graydon didn’t hide from life. He flew at it with everything he had.”
— Thea Harrison
“Eternity might be captured in a single kiss.”
— Thea Harrison
“He closed his eyes. Swiftly like a predator, the vision of his death struck. This time it would not be denied.The white ground, black rocks, and red drops of his heart’s blood growing on the ground like blooming roses. He lost himself in the sensation of liquid warmth flowing between his fingers.When he could finally see again, he found himself kneeling on the floor, shoulders hunched. That damned scene hung like an albatross around his neck, until he almost wished it would go ahead and happen, just so that he could get it the fuck over with.He had carried that albatross for almost two hundred damn years – exactly from the moment when he had responded to a damsel in distress and had embroiled himself in another man’s curse.”
— Thea Harrison
“Giving him a grateful nod, Graydon turned away.A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, causing him to stop in his tracks. Dragos’ grip clenched, almost to the point of pain.Normally, Dragos was not demonstrative with anyone other than Pia and Liam. Moved, Graydon angled his face away. After a moment, he reached up to grip the other man’s hand in return. Only then did Dragos’ hold ease and allow him to continue on his way.”
— Thea Harrison
“London was littered with social clubs and houses of chance, but Malfeasance was not just any gaming hell. It was located in the most notorious part of London and, Graydon had heard, was run by a pariah Djinn named Malphas.”
— Thea Harrison
“Almost as if speaking to herself, she continued, I would love to fly. I’ve always wondered what it be like to have that sense of freedom.A wistful note in her voice tugged at something deep inside him.He replied. I couldn’t conceive of living without it. I can’t imagine being forever grounded.”
— Thea Harrison
“I don’t know,” she lied. “I need a few days to think it over.” Even as she said it, she knew she was going to take the offer. Hell, she might even escape from whatever dark menace haunted her rune readings lately, along with the owner of that predatory, handsome face. Or if she went, she could be running right toward it. Toward him. Ah, well. You’ can’t fix stupid. And you can’t heal crazy.”
— Thea Harrison
“I want to do everything to you, all at once,” he muttered. “I want to stroke you, fuck you, hold you down, lift you up, pin you, take you. I want you to take me. Lord and Lady, Sophie, I don’t know that I have any gentleness in me tonight.”
— Thea Harrison
“What do you think about having some orgasms to celebrate?”
— Thea Harrison
“There was nothing else in the entire universe, nothing but the two of them together. Her curves, his angles. Her light, his darkness. Her softness, his exquisitely aching hardness. Male. Female.”
— Thea Harrison
“Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.”
— Thea Harrison
“He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.”
— Thea Harrison
“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately,” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.”
— Thea Harrison
“Just when I was coping with the idea that I’d necked with a werewolf,” she muttered. “Just when I was beginning to flirt with the idea of possibly… possibly inviting sex with a werewolf. I’m trying to imagine how I would tell this story to my best friend. I think it would go something like this: See, I’ve never seen him in daylight. He’s just this werewolf guy.” Beside her, he had stiffened. Very quietly, he said, “Sex?”
— Thea Harrison
“Giving her a slow, coaxing smile that turned the heat in the room up by a thousand degrees, he stroked her lips with the balls of his thumbs as he murmured, “Can we get back to talking about possibly inviting that werewolf for sex?”
— Thea Harrison
“Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.”
— Thea Harrison
“Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.”
— Thea Harrison
“With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he couldn’t put into words, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.”
— Thea Harrison
“He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.”
— Thea Harrison
“Oh my God, not only is he older than the Grand Canyon, but he’s like the pope and the Fae King and the president of the United States all rolled up into one. To some ancient cultures he had been a god. He was going to hurt her so bad before he killed her so dead, and all she could think of was how hot his kiss had been in the dream and how delicate the touch of his finger was as it traced down her body.”
— Thea Harrison