1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

He was called Ice for a number of reasons, but the biggest was because he was truly ice inside. A glacier. Deep, wide, dense, impossible to penetrate. He thought his heart was encased in ice. He thought his emotions long since frozen, but she was changing everything, including his perception of himself.

He learned to always keep his hands steady. It didn't matter how much blood was in the room, or who was giving orders, or if he knew what was coming, he'd learned absolute control. Absolute.

Soleil's laughter warmed him when he thought nothing could. She moved something inside him, things he thought dead or never there in the first place. She brought out his desire to be better. She chased his demons away.

A fuckin' miracle, that's what you are.

He made her want to cry. She was no one's miracle. More like their nightmare.

He tasted like sin. Temptation. The devil enticing her down a dark, wicked path. She didn't care.

There would be no saving herself from the consequences of falling in love with Ice.

Let him try to take on Torpedo Ink. He'll realize he has a tiger by the tail.

She was just so afraid of being hurt. Or hurting Ice. She had failed at everything she'd tried in her life. Ice was...extraordinary. Amazing. Worth something.