“You string some letters together, and you make a word. You string some words together, and you make a sentence, then a paragraph, then a chapter. Words have power.” — 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 decision.” He tipped my head down again and slid his fingers to the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Then he lowered his lips to my ear. “This is not that time, Merit.”… — 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 dream—the future you’d imagined with a lover, a loved one, a child, or a friend. That loss was its own painful, nearly tangible thing. You had to reimagine your future, perhaps in a different place, with… — Chloe Neill Copy Share
