Sathya Priya

“You do realize this makes your wings even more unique."
"Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?”

“Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss

“I have every confidence that you’ll find a way to end my life before I stain the world with evil.”

Rebellion in those eyes. “We die,” she said, “we die together. That’s the deal.”

He thought about his final thoughts as he’d fallen with her in New York, her body broken in his arms, her voice less than a whisper in his mind. He hadn’t considered holding onto his eternity for a second, had chosen to die with her, with his hunter. That she would choose to do the same . . . His hands clenched. “We die,” he repeated, “we die
together.”

A moment of utter silence, the sense of something being locked into place.”
― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss