Best 24 quotes of Heather R. Blair on MyQuotes

Being true to yourself it always the right thing to do.

Being true to yourself is always the right thing to do." "Is it? Even if you're a monster?

CHAOS IS THE MASTER ALL MUST BOW TO IN THE END

Did you really think giving yourself up to me would save her?” Miles gave a wide, slow smile that showed the glint of his fangs, his eyes never leaving Reegan’s face even as Kelsey moved into his line of sight. “Not at all. I merely thought it would give her time to save herself, you deluded piece of shit.

Donna fight the darkness, nobody. Embrace it.

He looked like hell, but damn, if hell didn't look good on him.

His eyebrows raised. "And you said demons didn't know love." Guido's laugh was harsh. "Ahh, but haven't you learned by now, bestia? Demons may not be able to lie, but we never tell the truth.

How do you keep all the balls you got dancing in the air from crashing down on your fucking head, Rousseau?" "Centuries of practice?

....hurts like love, I guess. There's always room for more.

It’s so fucking pretty.”
 He opened one eye and squinted down at her. “Did you just call my dick ‘pretty’?”

Looking down at Des, Scott realized he'd found his center again. A different one; one that would be full of different happys, different mads, sads and bads; different goods and greats and so-so's, but in so many ways exactly the same. Because that was love. It may change form, but it never really went away. Never. You might lose the person that made you see it first, or have them snatched away from you forever, but the love… It didn't go anywhere. It was still in your heart, waiting to be let out again.

Love is giving the people ye love what is best for them, Bav, no' what is best for ye. It doesna matter if it rips yer heart out by the roots first. Ye've never learned tha', no' in yer thousand thousands of years, and ye never will.

Maybe this is what happened when two broken people came together. Her jagged edges called to his, like a magnet, trying to make a whole. The possibility both tantalized and terrified him.

One-night stands are grand & all. But it hardly gives a man time to learn what a woman really likes.” I lower my voice. “Like from the way you squealed when I fingered you from behind, I’m wondering how you’d feel if it was my cock taking you that way, hard and fast, my hips slamming into your sweet, freckled ass…. But of course, now we’ll never know.” She stares at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” she says faintly. “I guess so.

Silly Felix, hate and love are the flip sides of the same tarnished coin.

Tell me you aren't crying. My whole image of you as a bad-ass warrior is crumbling.

The future might be dark, but darkness shared wasn't a thing to be feared. It was to be embraced.

There was a dark aura about him, a hint of caged power in that deceptively casual, sprawled poise. Danger personified. If this had been a film she would have expected to hear the warning wail of an electric guitar creep over the soft background bustle of the city.

Unbidden, a growl escaped him just as his lips brushed that heavenly skin and with one bite he pierced right through it. When her blood hit his tongue, he shook. It was nectar, hot and wild and sweet, like the fiery kiss of a demon. His fingers twisted up into the glossy knot of hair at her nape, pulling it free, wrapping his fist in that silky skein. Forcing her up as his mouth came down harder, his fangs sliding deeper. Rissa made a soft sound; whether of pleasure, encouragement or pain, it didn't matter. Nothing fucking mattered.

What is it with people wanting to kill me lately? I’m starting to take it personally.

When a gun is held to the head of the one who holds his heart, a man’s sense of honor tends to go to shit.

....you only get one chance at sharing a soul, but that once was enough if it was the right soul.

You're going to hell, you know," she hissed. Scott turned abruptly. "No, lady, you've got it all wrong. I've been to hell. That angel pulled me out." He laughed out loud as the nasty woman's eyes widened and she ran away. It had just hit him. Angel. The name he'd always called Des. From day one. A name he'd never used on another woman. "My angel disguised as a demon," he murmured to himself in wonder. There was a whole lot of irony in there somewhere.

You taught me to love the dark, Aidan. If that 's wrong, then I'm already damned.