Nancy Riggle

“In other words, the square root of fuckall is fuckall.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Desires After Dusk

“Swimbos,” Rök said with an aggrieved shrug. Swimbos—Rök’s play on “She Who Must Be Obeyed”. “Can I help it?”

“Yeah, you can, Rök.” Smoke demons formed temporary pacts every time they had intercourse. Pacts allowed one to summon a demon at will. “Give celibacy a chance.”

“Anything else you’d like me to do? Maybe something possible.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Desires After Dusk

“Bad luck was merely a random occurrence that didn’t go in one’s favor.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Desires After Dusk

“Just before his lips reached hers, she jerked her head back to whip it forward into his nose. A Glasgow kiss. Distinct cracking sounded.
With his nose pouring blood, he squeezed her upper arms, "Holly, what the fuck—"
Using all her strength, she hiked her knee up between his legs.
His hands flew to cup his groin as his knees met the ground.
"You're right, Cadeon." She dusted off her hands. "That really was fun.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Desires After Dusk