You're not leaving me behind. Or I'll do a spell to make you smell like ass. Forever.
Kresley ColeTake care, lest you lose a male who'll desire only you-and gain a male who'll desire only others.
Kresley ColeShe'd always pitied the plight of genies until once when she'd freed one from a young beserker. Instead of thanks, the chit had laid into her, screaming, "To each her own, lightening whore!
Kresley ColeWhy couldn’t I be down there having fun like a normal teenage girl? Why did I always have to feel threatened? Under fire?
Kresley ColeLothaire to Trehan:
“You are related to me by blood and, like me, are a Dacian royal.”
“So?”
“So that means your ridiculous behavior reflects “upon me.”
“What are you talking about? My ridiculous behavior?I’ve done nothing to warrant this summoning, Lothaire. I keep to my library—and to myself.
“Exactly. You sit in your room and stroke off to memories of your Bride.
Trehan
Kresley ColeWe’ve found his lair in a mortal city called York—”
“It’s New York,” Stelian said with a roll of his eyes, as if he’d explained this before.
Mots clés humor
Cade hiked his shoulders, pretending nonchalance. "Tell me about the vampire, or not, dove. But none of us really wants to be here."
"I'll tell you," Nïx said, her gaze rapt on his horns. "But only if you let me lick your rock-hard horns—"
"Nïx!" Regin's attention snapped back to this conversation.
Eyes wide, Nïx cried, "Who said that?? I didn't say that! Oh, very well—the vampire's named Conrad Wroth. Best be careful with that one. He single-handedly took down Bothrops the Lich."
"That was Wroth?" He'd heard of the assassin before. Cade grudgingly admitted that the leech did nice work, dealing deaths with a unique, gruesome signature to them. Which was important in their line of business. "Where is he?"
"To find him, you need to trail the one who seeks him in sleep."
"Soothsayerese? I don't speak it," he said, but she didn't elaborate. "That's all you're going to divvy?"
"Wanna know more?" Nïx raised her brows. "Then you should have let me lick your horns.
My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.
Kresley Colegot my new meat pants now wheres that tiger cage
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