“You do that Helen", Mallory dared. "And tell him we said to f*ck off while youre at it".” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Snug pants, bandeau-type corset, and trim, motorcycle jacket. It was a fabulous outfit, but it was so urban-fantasy book cover” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“If it was appropriate to judge a person based on her footwear - and it obviously was - I decided I liked… — chloe neill Copy Share Image
“I'm working from the assumption it's going to go horribly wrong. If we get out of here with limbs intact and no… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I asked "What do you even do with a chimera?" "What wouldn't you do with a chimera?" Jeff asked. "They're like the… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“He humphed and grabbed a carton of milk, then chugged directly from the cardboard spout. Mallory and I watched him, the same… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Good find,” Ethan said. “Yeah,” Jeff agreed. “It’s pretty awesome. Like finding the Higgs boson.” Silence. “Aw, no physics fans here? Learn… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“Who are they?” I whispered, as we took seats opposite each other. Scout glanced up as she pulled notebooks and books from… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“That’s tough. Anything I can do?” “Just stay in play as my backup.” I nearly swerved the car off the road. “I’m… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“He grinned. "And you've got yourself a nickname. I'm thinking 'Shorty'" "I'm five eight without heels." "It's not a description. It's a… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“What do zombies chant at a riot?” “Grrarphsnarg?” he asked, in a surprisingly well-done bit of mindless zombie imitating. “No, but that… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I tried to lighten the mood, and pointed at the house shoes - the last things I'd have expected to see Catcher… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“That's our cue to depart." "They know something " I pointed out. "I know something too. I know we're going to attract… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“He has to pay people who have a sense of humor. Since he’s lacking one,” I added, when Ethan didn’t laugh. “I… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“I will have both of you," he said. "My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“I wouldn’t let you leave the House if I didn’t—there’s too much at stake.” “At stake. Ha-ha.” At his frown, I winced. “Sorry. I… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“Stop. That was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened." "No?" "No." "I could offer you more.” "What?” "Power. Access. Rewards. You’d need be available… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“Fair enough" I gave him. "But you've got really nice shoes." He blinked, then cast a dubious glance at his boots. "They were in… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“I swear to God, it never ends!” Ethan roared. “Not when you’re immortal,” Malik agreed. “That’s actually the point.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“That’s tough. Anything I can do?” “Just stay in play as my backup.” I nearly swerved the car off the road. “I’m sorry—your backup?”… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“I stepped back, pivoted on a heel, and swivelled my hip for a side kick. It probably seemed, to a casual observer, that I… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“I'll have you in my bed again, Sentinel. And at my side. That is a promise.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“There are those amongst us who have erred, deeply and significantly. Who have wounded the world and broken themselves. The worst of them lose… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“There was a time,” he finally said, “when I would have acknowledged your reticence and given you time and space to reach your own… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“A friend once told me the hurt that came with the end of a relationship was painful because it was the death of a… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“Supernatural healing was a handy trick for an absentminded vampire, although it would make my enemies harder to kill. Tit for tat, I guess.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“Gaslight Goods. Let us be your light in the midst of life's darkness, the sunlight in your foggy day, the candle in your wind.… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
“I lightly grasped the edges of my shirt and dropped into a neat curtsy, batting my eyes coquettishly. “Thank you, Liege,” I said, Gratefully… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
