“I wasn’t sure whether he was a grad student, poet, actor, stripper, or brilliant combination of all those things. But the man knew Lord Byron, and he knew words. He knew the rise and fall of sentences, the way to… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 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 sorry—your backup?”… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“I'll have you in my bed again, Sentinel. And at my side. That is a promise.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
