Immortal Guardians Quotes

“You still aren't screaming."
"Is that the usual reaction you get when people realize you're, um..."
"Different? Yes, generally."
Marcus stepped up beside him. "We also get shrieks, curses, pant wetting, bowels releasing"--Sarah grimaced--"religious recitations..."
Her eyebrows rose. "Religious recitations?"
"You know--Get thee back, you, ah..." He nudged Roland. "What was it that priest called us?"
Roland rolled his eyes. "Which one?"
"The one in London."
"What century?"
"Eighteenth."
Sarah's mouth fell open.
"The one with hair like Albert Einstein?"
"Yes."
"Spawns of Satan."
"Right." Adopting a raspy elderly man's voice, Marcus shook his fist at Sarah and intoned dramatically, "Get thee back, ye spawns of Satan. Return thee to the bowels of hell where ye belong!" Lowering his fist, he proceeded in a normal voice."Then he hurled numerous biblical versus at our heads as we walked away...But screaming is by far the most common reaction, from both men and women.”
― Dianne Duvall, Darkness Dawns

“Seth bent down and scooped her into his arms, kissing her cheek, then blowing raspberries in her chubby neck rolls. Giggles filled the air as she squirmed against him, leaning back and clutching him tighter all at the same time.

How he loved this baby girl.

"I don't know about you," Chaahk said, "but I'm feeling a little rebuffed."

"Why," Seth asked with a laugh, "because I didn't blow raspberries on your neck?'

Aiden and Imhotep laughed.

Shaking his head, Chaahk motioned to Aidra, "Why doesn't she smile as us like that?"

Seth shrugged. "I'm prettier.”
― Dianne Duvall, Shadows Strike

“Marcus directed his response to Zach. "Do you have something against shirts?" His eyes dropped to Zach's bare chest.

"Yes," Zach retorted.

Tracy laughed. "I can live with that."

"Me too," Sean's Second, Nichole, said with a smile.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“Sheldon entered the living room with Jenna's son, John

"What'd we miss?" Sheldon asked with a smile.

While Seth and David abandoned the group, all eyes went from Sheldon to Tracy to Sheldon to Tracy and back to Sheldon again.

It was like watching a tennis match.

And poor Tracy....

Lisette had never seen her look so stricken.

"Well?" Sheldon prodded, when no answer came.

Sean cleared his throat. "Tracy's been having sex dreams about you."

Krysta swatted her brother on the back of the head.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“In that moment, Lisette loved that man.
Loud complaints erupted, accomplished by the usual slurs slung at the immortal black sheep.

Bastien shrugged them off as his gaze met hers.
Thank you, she told him telepatheically.
His lips tilted up the tiniest bit.
Unfortunately, Seth and David both picked up on the thought and turned back to her with matching frowns, gazes sharpening.

Merde.

"Why haven't you been around lately?" Seth queried.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“I would never betray you," she responded automatically, then bit her lip.

He raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, other that boinking your enemy, I would never betray you," she qualified.

He huffed a laugh, "Boinking?"

"I believe that's one of Sheldon's terms.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“Zach," Seth greeted him cautiously. "I'm surprised you joined us."

"Apparently, he's an enigma," Marcus drawled, the words dripping with sarcasm.

Seth actually felt the urge to smile.

"And you're the luckiest bastard on the planet," Zach declared. "They love you, faults and all.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“Amiriska continued to gently comb her brother’s hair back from his face as she met Seth’s gaze. A muscle twitched in her cheek. “I want to kill the bastards who did this.”

“We already did,” Seth said.

“Then bring them back so I can kill them again.”

“Would that I could,” he muttered.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“Seth stood about six feet eight inches tall with broad shoulders, a leanly muscled form, beautiful patrician features, and long wavy black hair (drawn back with a leather tie) that reached his waist. David stood about six feet seven inches with equally broad shoulders, a bit more muscle, the face of a pharaoh, flawless skin as dark as midnight, and pencil-thin dreadlocks that fell to his hips.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“Aiden, Chaahk, and Imhotep all sat side by side on the long sofa with their backs to him and their heads tilted downward. On the floor in front of them, Adira sat, staring up at them, her pretty face somber.

None of them seemed to know quite what to make of the other.

"So this is what babies do?" Imhotep asked, his voice full of bewilderment. "They just sit there and stare at you until you start to wonder if you have food on your face?"

Seth laughed.”
― Dianne Duvall

“Aidan ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Damn, you feel good,” he whispered, his deep voice hoarse with need.
It only excited her more. “What do you say we forget dinner and the movie?” she whispered, her breath shortening.
“How you tempt me,” he rumbled, tightening his hold.
“If I tempted you as much as you tempt me,” she pronounced boldly, “we would both be naked right now.”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“You think I’m a geek now, don’t you?” he jested.
She relaxed a little more. “No.”
“First I say fanny. Now this.”
She smiled. “Actually, I thought your fanny was cute.” Her eyes widened. “The fanny,” she corrected hastily. “I thought the fanny was cute. Your saying it, I mean.”
He winked. “I prefer the first one.”
She laughed. “I bet you do.”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“Damn it, Zach.” Étienne groused. “She’s my sister. Don’t put those images in my head. That’s way too much information.” Richart grunted. “At least you didn’t teleport in and catch Lisette giving him a blow job.” Jenna flushed, having accompanied her husband on that particular occasion. Lisette’s eyes flashed bright amber. “I told you never to mention that again!”
― Dianne Duvall, Death of Darkness

“There are two babies being held captive here, or rather toddlers. A red-haired little girl and a dark-haired boy. They were brought in with the vampires. I don’t know what those kids are—they don’t appear to be vampires—but they are not normal.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“You are far too tempting, my little Earthling.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“Silence enfolded them.
Dana would’ve thought sleep would claim her pretty quickly after their fabulous lovemaking. But it didn’t.
Aidan arched a brow.
She grinned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m wide-awake now.”
He laughed. “Me, too.”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them.
The moment stretched.
They sent her encouraging smiles.
“Okay,” she announced, “I’m not gonna lie. This is freaking me out a little.”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“Moving closer, Dana cupped Aidan’s face in both hands. His jaw was as smooth as it looked. His skin warm. His eyes tormented.
Her pulse picked up at the contact.”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward her bed.
He cast it an uncertain look. “I can’t. I’ll stain the covers.”
She stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?” He sported deep wounds that bled profusely and he was concerned about staining her bedding?
“Perhaps if I cleaned up a wee bit—”
“Sit your ass down,” she ordered, pointing at the queen-sized bed.
Eyebrows flying up, he sat so swiftly she almost laughed.”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“His beautiful eyes were full of dread and sorrow.

“You’re different,” she whispered.

He nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“You should have told me how different.”

A mirthless laugh escaped him. “When?”
― Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness

“He was a thing of grace and brooding angles. A brilliant, if toxic, collection of ingredients, so flagrantly like a man in shape and substance.”
― Linda Thomas-Sundstrom, Golden Vampire

“Reaching out, Lisa tentatively rested a trembling hand on his shoulder. His skin was cool and bore a light coating of perspiration. She drew her hand down over his biceps.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and something she couldn’t identify flickered in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice hushed while the alarm continued to blare. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It’s . . . You’re the first person who has touched me—not with intent to harm, but with kindness—in a very long time.”
His words broke her heart.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“Her lips twitched, then she laughed. “You are so freaking likable.”
He smiled. “I feel the same about you.”
“Okay then. We’re both adults. And neither one of us is physically up to engaging in anything amorous anyway, so—”
“Well,” he said with a grin, “that isn’t precisely true.”
Her cheeks pinkened. “Stop making me blush!”
He laughed.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“Sliding her fingers into his hair, she drew his head down and claimed his lips in a longer, deeper kiss. His arms tightened around her. His tongue delved inside to stroke her own. Desire swept through her, heating her blood and driving her to fist his hair.
He groaned. And Lisa knew it wasn’t from pain this time, but need. He buried a hand in her hair and tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss even more. His other hand caressed her back and pressed her closer, reminding her that they were both naked.
What the hell was she doing?
She broke the kiss, stunned to realize she was practically panting with need, and stared up into emerald green.
Taelon affected her in ways no other man had.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
A twinkle of mischief entered his eyes. “Breaking a number of Lasaran laws.”
Her lips twitched. “Aside from that.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m so drawn to you, Lisa.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“She grinned.
He shook his head. “You’re so beautiful, Lisa.”
Her eyes lowered, betraying her disbelief. That and fear.
He urged her closer until she rested against his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. “I vow I will protect you and keep you safe.”
She curled a hand around his neck, her fingers stroking him and sending little tingles down his back. “Now vow you’ll keep YOU safe. THAT will ease my fear.”
He couldn’t do that. If he had to die to protect her, he would.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“He shook his head. “You’re making me revisit my opinion of Earthlings,” he admitted,

Her lips turned up in a faint smile. “Then we’re even. Because you’re making me see aliens in a whole new light.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“He strode out of the bathroom naked.

Lisa’s eyes widened when she saw him, then swiftly shut.

He grinned as pink once more filled her cheeks.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he sat on it.

Her eyes flew open as her side of the mattress tilted up and rolled her toward him.

Taelon rested a hand on her shoulder to steady her, then slipped beneath the covers and lay down.

Silence fell.

“Would you tell me about your planet?” she asked softly as she studied him in the dim light.

He rolled onto his side to face her and eased forward until their heads shared the same pillow. “Of course.” He hoped one day to show it to her. If he succeeded in contacting Ari’k…

Well, he wouldn’t leave Lisa here on this barbaric planet where more men and women like those at the base would hunt her. He just needed to convince her to take a leap of faith and join him when he departed.

To that end, he began to describe the beauty of his world. Lasara, the moons that orbited it, his people, the other populated planets in his solar system. He kept his voice low, his words carefully modulated. And soon her long lashes lowered until they rested upon her cheeks. Her breathing changed, deepening as sleep claimed her.

He gently brushed her soft hair back from her face, tucking it behind one delicate ear.

Even her ears were cute.

But the dark circles beneath her eyes were not. She needed this rest.

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, Lisa.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Lasaran

“Eliana stepped into her room and turned to face him.
Anticipation usurped amusement’s place as Dagon stared down at her, waiting for her nightly hug.
Perhaps tonight he would linger and—

“Greetings, Eliana,” CC said in her serene voice.
Blinking, she glanced over her shoulder, then up at the ceiling. “Hi, CC.”

Dagon hid his amusement at her tendency to look up whenever she addressed the computer.

“You have one communication awaiting your attention,” CC announced.

Eliana looked at Dagon. “Is that like a phone message?”

He considered his translator’s definition of PHONE. “Yes.”

“Did YOU send it?”

“No.”

“Who did?”

A good question. Who on this ship believed they knew Eliana well enough to message her privately? His brows drew down. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe Anat has reconsidered giving me flight lessons.”

He stared at her. After Dagon, Anat was the most experienced and highest-ranked fighter pilot on the ship. Dagon knew that most of the men stationed on the RANASURA thought their commander grim and foreboding. But Dagon appeared downright ebullient when compared to Anat.

“You asked Anat to give you flight lessons?” To borrow one of Eliana’s Earth terms: that had been ballsy.

“Yes.” She wrinkled her nose. “But he said no. The other pilots warned me he’d refuse, but I figured I’d give it a try anyway.”

He tried to hold back his next question but failed. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

Her brow furrowed. “You mean ask your permission? Was I supposed to do that first?”

“No. Why didn’t you ask ME to give you flight lessons?” He understood her fierce drive to learn everything she possibly could that might aid her in the future but inwardly balked at the image of Eliana and Anat crowded together in a flight simulator.

“Oh. Because you’re . . . you know.” She motioned to his uniform. “The commander. You run the ship. You have more important things to do.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Aaaaand I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.”

Confused, he glanced down at the deck.

“Why are you looking at my boots?” she asked.

“According to my translator, WEAR OUT MY WELCOME means eroding through frequent use the surface of a mat with the word WELCOME printed on it that Earthlings place outside their doors.”

She grinned. “Your translator got it wrong. Wear out my welcome means . . .” She shrugged. “I don’t know. Make a nuisance of myself, I guess. I’ve already insinuated myself into a significant portion of your day, Dagon.” Her smile dimmed a bit as uncertainty crept into her features. “I didn’t want you to get tired of having me around all the time.”

So while he had sought any and every excuse to spend MORE time with her, she had worried he might want LESS? He took a step closer to her. “I believe the likelihood of that is nonexistent.”

Her eyes dilated as his shadow fell over her. “Really?” she asked softly.

“Really.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Segonian

“Dagon?”

“Yes, Eliana.”

“Don’t forget me.”

“There is little chance of that,” he murmured just before darkness claimed her.”
― Dianne Duvall, The Segonian

“Let me go.”

“Never,” she breathed.

And oh, what that declaration did to him…”
― Dianne Duvall, Cliff's Descent