Illium Quotes

“He has a fascination with mortals.

Raphael had said that to her before she'd woken with wings of midnight and dawn.

"Why are you starting at me, Ellie?" Illium said without taking his eyes from the blade dancing around his fingers.

The words were instinctive, something she might as easily have said to rib Ransom. "You're so pretty, it's difficult to resist."

A flashing grin, a hint of that aristocratic English accent in his response. "It's hard to be me, it's true.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Even as she spoke, silver blue flashed on her other side and then Illium was standing beside her, his wing touching Elena's in an intimacy that made Raphael raise an eyebrow. Illium's lips curved in a wicked smile that did little to hide the intensity of his emotions. I would not watch you die again, Sire. His veins stood out against his skin as he gripped the wrist of one hand with the other.


Raphael met those eyes of gold that had stood beside him for centuries. If I had done so, I would have gone knowing you would keep my heart safe.


Illium's gaze went to Elena. Always.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Are your eyelashes like your hair?”
“Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?”
Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.”
“When you have it, flaunt it, I say.”

-Elena and Illium”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. “Mind if I have a go?”

“Kick his ass.”

Stripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom’s blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. “Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?”

“Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?” A savage grin, and she knew Venom was about to bear the brunt of whatever haunted the blue-winged angel.

Venom swirled his blade in hand. “I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he’d decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Bluebell,” she said, remembering from Erotique. “Pretty name.”

“I call Dmitri Dark Overlord.”

“Shae,” Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. “Now, pretty Bluebell”—another languid stroke across her skin—“tell the Overlord what you discovered.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“Illium says that perhaps I can use them to flutter someone to death.
- Aodhan to Jason, Archangel's Storm”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Storm

“Aodhan glanced over,the faint smile on his face deeply welcome after two painful centuries when Illium hadn't been able to reach his friend, no matter how hard he tried. Aodhan's psychic scars might never fade, but he was rising past them in a show of grit and strength no one who didn't know him could fully understand.
The twenty-three months Aodhan had been missing had been the most horrific period of Illium's life... worse than when he'd lost his mortal lover. He'd survived losing her. He didn't know if he could survive losing Aodhan.
Never before had he seen that truth so clearly and it shook him.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Enigma

“Because as the moon followed the sun, when Illium ascended to become an archangel, Aodhan would go with him as his second.”
― Nalini Singh

“Honor miró por la ventana... y vio la sobrecogedora imagen de un ángel con alas de color azul plateado aterrizando en la zona verde del césped.
-Es... -Se quedó sin aliento.
Había visto fotos, incluso imágenes de televisión, que mostraban a aquel ángel de alas azules, pero ninguna de ellas le hacía justicia. Nada podría hacérsela.
Resultaba mucho más impactante de cerca. No le quitó la vista de encima mientras se reunían con él junto al coche. Tenía los ojos del color del oro veneciano, el cabello negro con matices azules, y un rostro de una belleza tan pura que resultaba casi demasiado hermoso. Casi.
Era, sencillamente, la criatura más hermosa que había visto en su vida.
-Soy Illium -dijo el ángel mirándola a los ojos.
Honor estuvo a punto de esbozar una sonrisa al ver la curiosidad pintada en sus iris dorados.
-Yo soy Honor.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

“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

“Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?"

"Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?"

"I do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Raphael knew the real reason Illium had flown here rather than to his home in the Tower. Elena's Bluebell adored her, and it was to her that he would speak things he wouldn't speak even to Raphael. And tonight was the one-year anniversary of Aodhan's return to the Refuge.”
― Nalini Singh

“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

“— He oído que tu Campanilla está aquí. —Dijo Dmitri. Una pausa llena de significado.
—¿Qué?
—Ten cuidado con Illium , Elena. Es vulnerable a la humanidad de tu interior. —Dicho esto se marchó. No reaccionó hasta que percibió el susurro de unas alas angelicales.
—Quédate ahí. —Permanecía de espaldas a Illium mientras hablaba—. Quiero inspeccionar el lugar primero.
—Tus deseos son órdenes para mí.
Lo miró por encima del hombro y vio que Illium pasaba una daga de plata repujada entre sus dedos con asombrosa velocidad. Su amigo, pensó. Era su amigo. Y no enturbiaría aquella amistad con falsas preocupaciones.
—¿Por qué me miras así, Ellie? —preguntó Illium sin apartar la vista de la daga que bailoteaba entre sus dedos. Su respuesta fue instintiva.
—Eres tan guapo que resulta difícil resistirse.
Una sonrisa deslumbrante, un deje de aquel acento británico aristocrático en su respuesta.
—Resulta muy duro ser yo mismo, eso es cierto.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort

“Illium , que tenía una expresión tan apagada como siempre aquellos últimos días, se volvió hacia ella.
—¿Te importa que lo intente yo?
—Dale una buena patada en el culo.
Illium se quitó la camisa y las botas, y extendió una mano para solicitar una de las espadas de Veneno. Sonriente, el vampiro se la entregó.
—¿Estás seguro de que podrás soportarlo, hermosísima Campanilla?
—¿Te he hablado alguna vez de mis botas de piel de serpiente? —lo desafió Illium con una sonrisa salvaje, y Elena supo que Veneno estaba a punto de pagar los platos rotos de lo que atormentaba al ángel de alas azules. Veneno hizo girar el sable en la mano.
—Creo que necesito unas cuantas plumas nuevas para mi almohada.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort