“It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.”
“I wanted you to watch, so I stomped around the room to wake you before I got in the shower. Didn't you wonder why the light was on? It wasn't for me, I can see in the dark. And then I kept the water cold so the glass wouldn't fog.”
“Luscious, aren't I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don't mind.”
-“You look like a Dracula porn movie reject”
-“Let‟s not speak of him. Like the devil, Vlad might appear if we do.”
Denise & Ian”
“A vibrator can last all night, too, vampire! - Denise”
“All right, you got that out of your system. Can I get back in the boat without you striking me again? Or should I stay out here enjoying the marine life?"
"Why don't you swim around until you find a shark? Then you can discuss how much the two of you have in common”
“As if Spade's chivalry would allow him to do anything to a woman. The harshest punishment she could imagine him dishing out to Cat would be refusing to open a door for her.”
“Don't you even think of holding back, or I'll...I'll tell Spade you let me get away from you," she improvised.
"And that I got mugged," she added for good measure.
Cries of "Mon Dieu!" and "That's not fair!" echoed immediately from the two vampires.
"I'm a crazy human female, you know I'll do it," Denise warned them”
“And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot four our dear Reaper here?"
"Not another word," Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap.
"Ian, trust me--don't," Crispin said”
“A hysterical human? Who hadn't seen that before?”
“It was clear they weren’t getting any information out of Ian tonight. She, Bones, and Cat followed as Spade supported Ian, almost carrying him up the stairs to then dump him on the bed in a guest room. “Before you go, mate, turn on the telly. Something raunchy, too. Think I’ll rub one off before I sleep.”
“I tried to tell you that it's not Spade in there."
"You could have tried harder. I absolutely never needed to know that Ian was pierced down there.”
“I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade”
“I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.”
“Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.”
“Denise clung to the feel of his hands as she pushed at her panic. It's okay. You're safe...and this has got to be the ugliest couch ever.”
“You'll always love him" he said, as if he'd read her mind. "That doesn't die just because he did, or because you now love me. Your love for him is part of who you are. It's a beautiful part, Denise. Don't be sad of it, and I will never be jealous of it". Denise's eyes overflowed again. Spade was right.”
“Ian waited outside the airport in the arrivals lane after they collected their bags. He looked at them and his brows rose. “Where’s Denise? And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot for our dear Reaper here?” “Not another word,” Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap. “Ian, trust me—don’t,” Crispin said before he threw their bags into the boot.”
“Before you go,mate,turn on the telly. Something raunchy too. Think I'll rub off one before I go to sleep”
“Nathanial can show me how to better control the change, but even so, you never have to worry about me turning into a cat again. Didn't you know, I'm allergic to cats.”
“Thank bloody Christ this is the right bloke. Wicked difficult getting the sod.”
“When I remember you, Randy, I'm going to smile, not cry. You're a part of me. One of the best parts. I just wanted to tell you that." She stopp up, brushing the headstone once more. "And if you meet someone called Giselda," she whispered, "tell her she's still part of Spade, too. A beautiful part. Please thank her for that.”
“I'm sorry I can't give you the normal life you wanted, but I promise to adore you every day for the rest of your new one.”
“Any situation was better faced with an empty bladder, a clean body, and a lack of morning breath.”
“Wretched unfair, it is,” he remarked. “Of the three of us, I’m the one who’s always collected the rare and unusual, yet you two managed to snag the world’s most unusual women. First you, Crispin, with the only living half-breed, who then turned into an even more unusual vampire. And now you, Charles, have bagged a shape-shifter. Thought you were joking when you said Denise was the kitty. I’m simply green with jealousy”
“Denise's first thought on seeing her blood stain Spade's lips was "oh shit". Then the fire that leapt into his gaze and the way he dominated her mouth in his next kiss made her decide that self-preservation was overrated.”
“There’s less violence in my world compared to yours,” she insisted. Spade sighed. “No, darling. There are only different reasons for it.”
“You eat the room service employees every time?” Denise asked, shocked. “Of course. But don’t fret on their behalf. I always tip well.”
“Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of “Open this door!” had her jumping in the next second, startled.
“What the hell?” Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl.
Ian stood on the other side.
“What is wrong with you, banging on like that?” Spade demanded.
Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe.
“Paybacks,” Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.”
“- Úgy nézel ki, mint egy statiszta a Dracula pornóváltozatából - felelte a nő.
Spade elnevette magát, Ian viszont felszisszent. - Ne is emlegessük. Akárcsak az ördög, Vlad is betoppanhat, ha a falra festjük.”
“A vampire private investigator?” he repeated. “You’re putting me on, right?” “I know you have vampire hit men, so why wouldn’t you have vampire private investigators, too?” she flared back. “I can’t just run an ad with Nathanial’s description on it titled ‘Have you seen this soul welsher?”
“You greedy schmuck!” Denise burst out.
Ian cast a leisurely glance in her direction. “And now my feelings are hurt. That’ll cost you the boat, too.”
“That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.”
“You drugged me,” she repeated, her fingers wrapping around my neck, “with your skin, and your hands, and your mouth. You’re in my veins. My blood.” Her lips were a breath’s width from mine, her wolf teeth bright. We teetered on the delirious brink of a kiss. “You poisoned me, and it feels so fucking good. I want more.”
My breath came fast. “Will you do it with me?”
“Yeah, I will. I’ll fuck this world up with you.”
“Good girl,” I said. “Let’s be bad.”
I tore off her clothes. I tore off every shred of resistance she still held. And I fucked her, wild and rough, animal, like the monsters we were.”
“He foresaw my every fall, my every sin, my every backsliding; yet, nevertheless, fixed His heart upon me.”
“Once they were sitting at the kitchen table opposite each other. To his right and to her left was a window. Furious at something he drew his right hand across his body and lashed out. Half way there at full speed he realized it was a window he would be hitting and breaked. For a fraction of a second hid open palm touched the glass, beginning simultaneously to draw back. The window scarred and crumpled slowly two floors down. His hand miraculously uncut. It had acted exactly like a whip violating the target and still free, retreating from the outline of a star. She was delighted by the performance. Surprised he examined his fingers. [p.16]”
“...One keeps remembering what Lynch says about
Turkish women in his book-'they appear conscious of
some immense and inexpiable sin'."
Father Chantry·Pigg said nothing, but he looked as if
he thought the Turkish women, and indeed all women,
did well to be conscious of this, for they had committed it in Eden, and had been committing it ever since merely by existing. He did not dare, however, to say this to aunt Dot and Halide, who erroneously believed men to be equally sinful, and even (in Turkey) more.”
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