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“Do you think my Cyn would like a souvenir?" he asked Duncan.
Duncan leaned sideways to study the dripping organ.
"probably not, My lord.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Sophia

“Did you ever find it?" Cyn asked.
"What's that?"
"Something he wouldn't give you?"
"You know, Cynthia, I did. Very recently,in fact.
"What was it?"
"You”
― D.B. Reynolds, Jabril

“Cyn stopped, drawing a deep breath. "Will you answer the fucking question or not? There's more at stake here than Raphael's Dick" Duncan choked back a laugh.”
― D.B. Reynolds

“I have been mastered at last, sweet Cyn, helpless in the face of that most human of failings, I love you.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Jabril

“Raphael came through the door like a child's nightmare, his eyes glowing an almost solid silver with wrath, his gleaming fangs fully extended, blood painting his mouth a brilliant red, dripping from his chin to shine wetly against the tattered remains of his black shirt. His huge chest was heaving with the fury of his breath, and his hands curled into claws as his gaze found her and he growled a warning. 'Release her, human.'
'Who are you? the man rasped, fear taking away his breath, coarsening his voice.
'Release her.'
The man tightened his grip, 'Come closer and she dies.'
Rachael's mouth widened in a terrifying smile, 'You think to bargain with me?”
― D.B. Reynolds, Raphael

“She knew the minute HE arrived. Felt the warm blanket of comfort reach out to her frozen soul....He made his way down the isle and sat next to her...he didn't reach out, didn't touch her...a single tear slid out from her closed lids and she blindly reached for his hand. He took her hand in more, gathering her close, arms coming around her warm and strong as her head sank down unto his shoulder and the tears finally came soaking the lapel of his wool suit. He offered her a perfectly white handkerchief...she stared at it and wondered who carries that type of thing anymore? He looked back at her and explained, "I'm old fashioned.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Duncan

“So that means you are almost old enough to be my grandfather." Raj laughed, Your great, great, grandfather, more likely, but whose counting?”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“...Please tell me it's not like eighty degrees in Malibu."
"It's not. It's raining, which means the natives are convinced the end is near and are engaged in ritual auto pileups in an attempt to appease the angry gods.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“Would it be so terrible, sweet Cyn?” he whispered. “To spend eternity at my side?” But she was too far gone in sleep, and Raphael didn't know if he wanted to hear her answer anyway.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Raphael

“Duncan lifted one shoulder. "You may no longer be my lord officially, Sire. But in truth, it will always be so”
― D.B. Reynolds, Duncan

“Tread lightly, little one." He warned. "You don't want to push me. Not tonight." Her eyes darkened with anger, narrowing as she met his gaze. "Really? And why is that Raj?"..."I am tired of you thinking you have the right to control me. You are not my boyfriend, and you sure as hell are not my keeper, so from where I stand, you've got no claim on me what so ever. Like the song says, you don't want me for yourself so let me find someone else. It's shit or get off the pot time, Raj. It's now or never, Time to-" She gave a shriek as Raj swung an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and pulled it aside, freeing the long line of her neck. "Then I choose now," he growled and sank his fangs into the velvet skin of her neck puncturing the fragile walls of her jugular.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“You,” he snarled, closing his fingers around the front of her jacket again, pulling her against his body and up onto her toes, holding her there as he lowered his mouth to hers. But Sid wasn’t ready to kiss and make up, so she bit his lip angrily.

“Look,” she snapped, trying without success to push him away. “I get the whole alpha male, vampire lord-of-all-he-surveys thing, okay? I kind of even like it in the bedroom. But out in the real world, you are not the boss of me. I don’t forfeit my brain just because we have sex. And I’ll do whatever I think necessary to get my story. Besides, it’s not like most of what I do is dangerous. I’m not exactly Woodward and Bernstein material. But I’m not stupid either. I don’t take unnecessary risks, and I’m careful with the risks I do take.”

Aden was eyeing her with very little expression on his face, which made it difficult to tell how he was receiving her liberated woman speech. Whatever his reaction was, however, it didn’t extend to his body which was hard and ready to fuck, and no question about it.

“Kind of like it?” he asked finally, a corner of his mouth curling upward with amusement as he focused on the one part of her speech that she’d thought he’d have no problem with. “I think I can do better than that.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Aden

“What is it about her, Duncan?” he said finally. “She fights me at every turn, then nearly dies defending me. She comes more than willingly to my bed, then runs the very next morning. She wants nothing to do with me, and yet I find her... fascinating.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Raphael

“Look at me, Sarah." She did. "What ever it is, whatever is going on...it can't be that bad. I'm a vampire sweetheart. I drink human blood on a regular basis. What can you possibly have to tell me that could top that?”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“Raphael shrugged away the facad of humanity that he wore like a cloak, releasing the bonds that kept his power concealed and let if low out of him like a river of molten silver. It warmed his veins and sped the pumping of his heart, pushing his lungs to expand more fully with every breath. It was a heady rush that had his lips drawing back in a vicious smile of pure exhilaration, his fangs emerging from his gums as he became the purest form of what he was....Vampire".”
― D.B. Reynolds, Sophia

“Something had happened, Something terrible, Raphael was raging, his unbound wrath waking every vampire in the building, threatening to tear the walls down around them and causing the very air to vibrate for those with senses to feel it. She'd never experienced such raw pain from one so powerful and she dreaded to discover what had caused it.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Sophia

“Raphael have kids? NO
Does Cyn have kids? NO
Will Raphael allow Cyn to have kids with someone else? Are you out of your mind?”
― D.B. Reynolds

“Raphael stripped off the robe and showered quickly. Normally he wouldn't have bothered since he intended to bathe in his enemy's blood before the night was over. But he was covered in Cyn's Blood and she was his. Her BLOOD was his, and no one else's. So he let the soap and water sluice over his body, and he swore privately that the blood of those who harmed his Cyn would run like water tonight.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Sophia

“Will you stay?"

She grew still. "Stay?" she asked, her breath warm on his torn flesh. "You mean tonight?"

"I mean forever."

Emma lifted her head to look at him, her eyes filling with tears.

"Duncan?"

He met her gaze evenly. "Stay with me, Emma. He repeated. "Be mine.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Duncan

“It had been a contest between the vampire and an Uzi. The Uzi had won.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Jabril

“I don’t mean to offend, but . . . how did you die? I mean what happened that made Raphael turn you?” Duncan smiled at her. Cyn thought it was the only time she’d really seen him smile. “You’re very straightforward, Ms. Leighton. I admire that. As to your question, I was dying, struck down with so many others during the war.” He caught her eye. “That would be the War of Northern Aggression, the Civil War I believe you call it.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Raphael

“All Lucas had to do was exert his will and the unfaithful bastard’s heart would shrivel in his chest. But where was the fun in that?”
― D.B. Reynolds, Lucas

“Cyn stepped up and grasped his sweater in her fist, pulling his face down to hers. “I love you more than life, Raphael. But I won’t be dismissed like some piece of fluff whenever it’s convenient.”
― D.B. Reynolds

“I've done nothing lately that was bad, and YOU are hardly helpless and probably not that innocent either.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“Raj leaned over from the driver's seat to give her a quick, hard kiss. 'Don't think so hard sweetheart. I'm not dangerous.' He spun the wheel in a tight circle, taking them past the startled valets and out of the parking lot. 'Not to you anyway,' he muttered.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“I trust you. But I'm also going with you."

"Of course you are. Because, my Cyn, if the shit hits the fan--"

"When the shit hits the fan."

"--I trust you to be there to turn the damn fan off.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Deception

“Raj!' the vampire said, 'I heard you were in town. What's up big guy?'............"'Loose the human, Kent.' Raj growled.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Rajmund

“You do not get to say good-bye to me like this. You do not get to say good-bye at all. You promised me you would come back, and that does not mean I get your ashes in a fucking box, do you hear me? No one gets to kill you but me, and I swear, Raphael, I will stake you myself if you let them kill you."

One corner of his sensuous mouth curved up in amusement at the illogical threat, and she growled, actually growled at him. Which only made him smile harder.

"Perhaps I simply wanted to take comfort in the sweet and silky flesh of my mate before going into battle."

Cyn gave him a doubtful look, but she smiled. "In that case, you have the wrong woman."

Raphael wrapped both arms around her and rolled them again, putting him once more on top. "I have exactly the woman I want, lubimaya. There is no other.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Deception

“...her gaze settling on Bush International Airport. What is it with politicians anyway, always rushing to put their name on everything? She couldn't think of a single politician who deserved his name on a sewage treatment facility, much less an airport where everyone had to look at it all the time.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Jabril

“I don’t usually cook.” “And the world thanks you,” he murmured”
― D.B. Reynolds, Christian