Karin Budke

“He took a drink of the juice and cursed. "What is this shit? Poison?"
Nykyrian took his acerbic tone in stride. "You can't live on alcohol."
"Wanna bet?"
"Wanna die?" Nykyrian pushed the juice back toward Syn. "Drink it and quit bitching."
Syn mouthed those words back mockingly and added an extremely obscene insult to it. "You know, you're a little hairy to be my mother." He pulled out a small flask and added it to the juice.
Nykyrian let out a deep, fierce growl that actually scared her.
Syn ignored it as he drank the alcohol-laced juice. "Much better."

-Syn & Nykyrian”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Night

“He laid himself down on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her. Her hands played in his hair. "I'm yours completely."
She laughed. "I somehow doubt that."
And she would be wrong.

-Nykyrian & Kiara”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Night

“Are we not all a thousand characters in millions of plays throughout our lifetime?”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Legend

“Kiara's common sense told her to leave, that he was too angry to talk to, but she couldn't.
Before she could rethink her actions, she crossed the room and shoved him away from the bag.
Stumbling two steps before he caught himself, he gave her an astonished look. The bag swung in an arc between them. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
"Apparently. 'Cause I'd have to be to shove at you after what I just saw, but it got your attention, didn't it? And now you're going to talk to me."

-Nykyrian & Kiara”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Night