1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness.

They’d been children, but they’d been lethal. Now, as adults, they were even more deadly.

We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It’s just my turn.

For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She’d seen them for a second, but it didn’t matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.

I look at you and know what a miracle you are. The feel of your skin, soft and inviting, the way you move, like water flowing, the brush of your hair like silk, the feel of your body surrounding mine, completing me, giving me the strength I need to continue a task that seems so hopeless, but so necessary. I look at the way you are made, so beautiful, your body so perfect, made for mine.

Shylah’s soft laughter slid into Draden’s mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn’t known he was empty.

I need you, malen’koye plamya, just to breathe, to live. I’ve never said that to another human being, but it’s the truth. Not for Shturm, but for me.

He preferred curves to supermodel thin. He didn’t understand why women were so hard on themselves. Francesca was beautiful and he didn’t want a single pound to go away.

Are you certain she’s the one?” Emme whispered. “Do you just know it, Vittorio?” In your soul, where you live, do you just know?