Erin Kellison Quotes & Sayings

Thane Ealdian prowls the earth once more. Shutter your houses. Bar your doors. Offer him gold and women to satisfy his cravings. A black dragon is like the very devil himself. — Erin Kellison

He'd pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nowhere else to go but away from him. He'd been young back then himself. Inexperienced. Stupid. A little patience accomplished a lot more. Hard lesson to learn. Worst way to learn it. — Erin Kellison

Who the fuck is the Sandman?" Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.
Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. "It's not like I've met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He's
" she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words "
the power that dominates Darkside. Pure creation. — Erin Kellison

Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She'd just mugged a mugger. Look out, world. — Erin Kellison

A black void was sucking her down into a nothingness far deeper than sleep.
Her throat was parched, closing. She grabbed for one of his arms to hold her, to stop her fall, and he brought her close, her head on his chest. His heart boomed under her ear.
"Save me." Her vision was dimming.
"I am," he answered. — Erin Kellison

She pushed Adam firmly back, once and for all, and turned to face the demon, the crescent moon of the scythe's blade circling over her head as a vane signals a change in the weather.
The wind was finally blowing her way. — Erin Kellison

The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing. — Erin Kellison

Everyone knew the Hans Christian Andersen fairytale about the Sandman and how he brought sweet dreams to sleepers. An early, now-defunct Reve company had even used him as their mascot. But that's all the Sandman had been - a mascot. A little grinning elf holding an hourglass. — Erin Kellison

Lady Amunsdale," Talia said, looking around the room.
Nothing. Ridiculous.
She tried again, louder, with melodrama. "Lady Amunsdale. Please grace us with your presence."
All quiet.
Jim buried his face in his hands, his bald head reddening. Talia felt bad for her mocking tone. The man was crazy, but also desperately in love.
"You're too nice," Adam observed. "It might take more of a command to get her to come out."
Talia rolled her eyes. A command - those came all too easy to Adam. This was the last time, and she was done.
She raised her voice. "Lady Amunsdale. Come here. Now."
A pause, then a distorted voice whined. — Erin Kellison

Xanthippe recognized it." "She would," his mother said. "She once called for its destruction." "And you didn't think she'd wonder why I was in possession of it?" She shrugged. "Xan was my backup plan if you were too slow." His mother had basically planned to set a half-mad dragon on him. She didn't care if it would have made him look like an idiot: What do you mean Tempus? I've made no Tempus. I'm wearing my mother's diamond chain. Why? She told me to. If it weren't for the bitter smell of fire surrounding them, he might've laughed at the absurdity of it. Lady Voclain was more devious and ruthless than the rest of the Bloodkin put together. Her own son! — Erin Kellison

There are worse things than death. — Erin Kellison

He'd captured her a couple of days ago. It was fitting that she capture him right back. — Erin Kellison

Voclain needs an heir." "As she lacks the anatomical structures to lay an egg, my human issue will have to inherit." "Voclain is a Bloodkin legacy, one of the oldest - " "Then, mother, I suggest you get cracking and give me a brother. He can have Voclain. I'm going to be happy. — Erin Kellison

The dragon in him didn't want to give her a choice. Just wrap around her and smolder smugly, daring anyone who came near to cross him. Mine. — Erin Kellison

Maisie was willing to bet there'd be a third living room within. Because what else would they do with all this space but buy sofas to fill it? — Erin Kellison

Now the whole fucking world is different."
"It's about to get worse," Steve said.
"Then I'll call for food," Vincent said. "Mirren, this might be our last meal. Any preferences? — Erin Kellison

If anyone comes, shoot first, ask questions later. — Erin Kellison

The Agora had fallen, too.
Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they'd just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable calm considering, Seriously, love, I think we've got this. — Erin Kellison

Humankind has always had access to Shadow
dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight. — Erin Kellison

Kiss me good."
Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened, and he lifted her. She didn't need a stupid floor with him near. Together they could fly.
"Bow chicks wow wow," said another voice. — Erin Kellison

He was now in the business of hoarding pleasure. — Erin Kellison

Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon. — Erin Kellison

There is no reason for any of this if we don't survive."
Vince reached out and ran a hand through her long hair. "Ah, love. That's where you're wrong. As long as we do what we're meant to do, it doesn't really matter if we survive or not. — Erin Kellison

Wife," he murmured.
"Damn. The bastard fought dirty. Wife was her favorite word. — Erin Kellison

I want to wake up! a young woman shouted to the classroom ceiling. With her wide-set eyes and freckles, she looked like a nice person. Then a knobby-boned creature advanced on her. But she couldn't wake. And she likely wouldn't ever again. — Erin Kellison

Are you going to eat him?" Samantha asked ...
Warrick struggled for a moment, but had to tell her the truth. "Yes ... "
"Can I watch? Samantha added.
Warrick laughed, and it echoed through the cavern. She kept surprising him.
"You're not eating him," his mother said, still irritated ... "He's my steward," she continued. "I get to eat him. — Erin Kellison

Whatever was going on with Rook and Coll officially didn't matter anymore. They'd just have to rot in prison by themselves. He'd join them next time. — Erin Kellison

A dark-haired woman with old eyes and young cleavage finally leaned her bosom toward him. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think I caught your position in the Sol business affairs."
Consort. Mica could have easily named him her personal guard. Her secretary. Even her research assistant. Well, two could play.
He bowed his head slightly, happy to oblige. "I see to the sexual needs of Mica Sol, firstborn and heir to the Sol corp. — Erin Kellison

His dad's eyes were getting darker. "How bad is it really?"
Very bad. Too many fronts to fight.
Bur for starters ...
"That big storm out east?" Jordan and Rook had gone to investigate ... "That's the Sandman in the waking world."
His dad frowned deeply. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what that means."
Yeah, well ... "Neither do we. — Erin Kellison

We have some decisions to make. You'd just be going back and forth to his room to report when you might as well take all his objections at once and be done with it. The decisions aren't going to change. — Erin Kellison

He's a nightmare," she said.
"I can be, too." Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. "Just try me. — Erin Kellison

The sooner it's over, the sooner we can go back to bed. Everything good happens in bed. — Erin Kellison

How very ... underhanded of him to hide these chiseled abs and dizzying obliques with suits. Steve-o had been holding out on her. — Erin Kellison

Nothing can age a dragon, but you just might be the exception. — Erin Kellison

I'm mortal. I could die any day." Brandon had almost killed her. Her parents had died young. Her grandfather would have died yesterday. "I'm Warrick Voclain. And you will stay by my side until the stars fall from the sky. — Erin Kellison

Cam himself, was faetouched. And the love of Cam's life, Ellie? She was all human, just in two parts - body and shadow. — Erin Kellison

Banshee. Beauty. And, well, badass. He always knew she had it in her. — Erin Kellison

Never had she come so hard that she'd been left a noodle. Al dente, she thought. — Erin Kellison

Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her ...
She was in over her head, and it seemed ... so was he. — Erin Kellison

People would have to learn to deal with old monsters again. Stay in their houses. Shutter their windows. — Erin Kellison

She went on tiptoe and pecked his cheek with a kiss. Daring of her, she knew.
His green eyes went dragon-gold and sharp, the bones of his forehead morphing slightly to suggest the crowned brow of the dragon inside. At least he was smiling, though it was the kind of greedy grin that would send most people running in the opposite direction.
Not her.
"Let's just get this over with," she said.
"Yes." His voice had gone rumbly. "And then on to something else. — Erin Kellison

Send the mediator to me when he comes."
"What are you going to do?"
Matthew knew him so well. Thane would handle this the old way. "I'm going to eat him. — Erin Kellison

Hakan cursed his plan. What had he done bringing that sweet girl here? She was as delicate as she was beautiful. Her life on Sol had not exposed her to the kind of danger present in the Hub. He'd thought her name would protect her, a great family that could trace its line back to the first convoys from Earth. Her wealth, too, which could command anyone's respect. But the Hub was in the deepest black of space, where starlight was a distant glitter.
Nothing could protect her here. — Erin Kellison

The Segue Institute was the preeminent research organization for all things paranormal and it was housed in a haunted, renovated turn of-the-century hotel. The place was supposedly loaded with what the scientists there called Shadow, capital S, a scary word for magic. Dark magic. — Erin Kellison

This was the stuff of novels with
yeah
men like him on the cover. — Erin Kellison

He kissed it better," she told them. — Erin Kellison

Rook cocked his head. "Harlen would want me to give you more time."
"I could punch you again, even while being proxied," she offered. "Would that satisfy you?"
"And into the Scrape we go," he said. — Erin Kellison

They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare. — Erin Kellison

Maisie stepped out and moved as if there were gravity. "Are you coming or what?"
Rook nodded and hefted Steve with him. "You should consider counseling."
"For what?"
"Your God complex. — Erin Kellison

King shrugged and looked back at Harlen. Please tell me you have a plan. Because my baby girl really likes to color with me. — Erin Kellison

If she couldn't be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be.
Sera's mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee. — Erin Kellison

There was very little man left within his eyes - she knew a beast when she saw one, knew short, simple words worked best, most often to tame or quiet an impending attack. But in this case
"More," she breathed. — Erin Kellison

She'd survived Brandon. Just to die all over again. "Well, hell."
He smiled wanly at her. "Indeed. — Erin Kellison

There is no reason for beauty. It just is. — Erin Kellison

True fear has nothing to do with what might happen to you, however painful or vile that might be. True fear is all about what might happen to someone you love. — Erin Kellison

Shadow is on the move," a soldier said suddenly ...
"We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Marea on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake. — Erin Kellison

He knew he was an interloper in her world, and that world would seek to eject him. — Erin Kellison

The trouble with being an angel on Earth was that he was still a man. He got hungry. He thirsted. His lungs clamored without the draw of air. And for this woman, the only one in a thousand years, his body and soul ached. The trick was to will his mind, and ignore the Earthly sensations, as he'd done so many times with pain and trouble. Desire was no different, a call of the flesh. He could divide himself-acknowledge the lust and act on intellect. But see, the trouble with being an angel was that he was still a man. — Erin Kellison

Matthew makes an excellent cheesecake." He didn't, but he would learn. Immediately. Her gaze finally met his and held. "So he's okay?" "Yes. He's fine. Up and walking about, doing Matthew things." Like cleaning up another dead body. — Erin Kellison

He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for the save, he held her up against the doorjamb with his hard body, mouth rasping hers, tongue deep enough to touch her soul. Could be oxygen deprivation, but she saw stars behind her closed lids. — Erin Kellison

Hakan ducked his head inside. "You decent?"
Pilar couldn't contain her smile. "Give me a second and I won't be. — Erin Kellison

We may be sexually incompatible." "How's that?" He didn't seem worried. "You're supposed to take those buttons off with your teeth. I should be naked by now. — Erin Kellison

dragon took what it wanted. Took and kept. — Erin Kellison

I thought you would never arrive." "Traffic." Warrick smiled at Samantha. She felt herself blush. She loved traffic. She hoped there was more on the way back to his penthouse. — Erin Kellison

Are you sure you feel up to this?" Warrick asked her. "It's only been a day since your attack." "Yes." Thanks to dragon blood saving her again. Warrick, the hypocrite. And she was just the person to tell him so. — Erin Kellison

Apparently, she was going to visit an evil witch with a scary poet vampire. — Erin Kellison

Homo sapiens simonus, aka Simon Miner. Only one of his kind. Male. Predatory. Highly adaptable. Dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. 6'3. His well-muscled frame was agile and strong. His deadly smile incapacitated his victims. Voice promised safety. Sexual prowess compromised victim's intellect (temporarily). Yet he was intent on one vital organ - the heart. — Erin Kellison

Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his. — Erin Kellison

Why do you even have jewelry?" she asked. "You don't wear any."
"It seems I acquired it for you. — Erin Kellison

You see?" Thane waved at the photo. "Everything about her is nonsensical. A dragon who lies with a wolf? I suppose pigs fly and the moon is blue, too. — Erin Kellison

You can't bluff your way past everyone."
"You mean about filleting that guy?" Sera returned.
"Who said I was bluffing? — Erin Kellison

The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain. — Erin Kellison

You're not alone."
Ellie snorted through her tears. "I'm never alone. — Erin Kellison

He was just Thane. Timeless. Ageless. Magic. The world turned around him. — Erin Kellison

The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway. — Erin Kellison

Fire is fire," Matthew said. "It burns. — Erin Kellison

The shadow acts on instinct, not reason. — Erin Kellison

He took a deep breath. "I'm a dragon, Samantha."
"Oh, my God."
His lips twitched. "Even when I look like a man."
"A dragon," she repeated.
"Yes. — Erin Kellison

Please," her shadow begged.
Laughingstock for sure.
"I can't give you what you want," Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that. — Erin Kellison

It'll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world." She slid off her stool ...
He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely.
"When did I stop ruling the world?" he called after her. — Erin Kellison

Sleep," he commanded.
"You need to rest after being jumped."
"You could jump me. — Erin Kellison

Is she okay?" Harlen's throat was clogged with stones of fear. "She has to be okay. — Erin Kellison

Maybe the Indirect Surveillance thing cost him brain cells. Good thing he was so pretty. — Erin Kellison

Mother would tell me not to start my new life in a puddle of blood. — Erin Kellison

The man was married to a half-fae, half-human woman, a banshee, who'd' just delivered twins. It was a wonder his hair wasn't completely prematurely white. — Erin Kellison

She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire. — Erin Kellison

Oh, please, no. The tag was a six-moon survey permit for Encantada, a cluster world at the edge of the Han System. It was the kind of tag a xenobioform engineer would need among a crew exploring a new world. He'd seen one once before. Five years ago. When she had left him.
His balance faltered. Vision narrowed. The universe condensed to a name, printed above the tag code.
Mica Sol. Once his. Forever his only.
He could've killed her ... — Erin Kellison

Abigail laughed. "Poor Adam. Probably thought he'd found a woman who would follow his lead, do everything he said. Got a banshee instead. I need one of them big windows for you two to work it out against. Zoe, do we have a big window somewhere? Adam's particularly good with windows. Maybe he could convince her that way."
Talia's face heated, but she ignored Abigail, stubbornly crossing her arms and blocking the door.
Adam looked back at Abigail. "Can you quit mocking me for a minute and help me convince her to stay?"
Abigail shrugged. "Why would I waste my time doing that when I know very well that she goes with you?"
Talia controlled a smug smile.
"She - ? What - ?" Adam stammered. Then he turned to Talia. "Oh, hell. Come on. — Erin Kellison

I could use some seducing," he said. "I've had a bad couple of days."
A flash of irritation. "You drugged me and threw me on a bird for Sol."
"Good point." Hakan drew her closer. "I'll do the seducing. — Erin Kellison

The nightmare was shaped like a goddess - a beauty with a body curved to incite reckless sinning. She wore an angry pout that he knew would burn his mouth. She had hair like snow and eyes as cold and fathomless as the deepest reaches of space. How like a nightmare to seduce and terrify at the same time. — Erin Kellison

I want to know
or understand something. I've been sick my whole life. What is the point of being alive if I never get to live? — Erin Kellison

He gaped at her. "You want me to wear it?"
"Yes. That's what a chain of diamond is for ... Wear it. Wear it all the time, even when you sleep. I need you to wear it. I got it for you."
"You've had it for twenty years." At least.
"I was trying it on. — Erin Kellison

Has anyone else here seen or fought a nightmare?"
Marshal Spence Neumann lifted his head. "Seen one. Swear to God it looked like my ex-wife for a second."
A chuckle rumbled within the group. Someone mumbled, "She was a nightmare. — Erin Kellison

Mica didn't just glitter; she burned, and he was on fire. — Erin Kellison

You mean I shot her for no good reason? — Erin Kellison

I'm glad you turned cartwheels here."
Samantha heard the note of loneliness in his voice. "You did hear me say back tuck? Because that was my coolest move."
His arm came around her shoulders, and they started across the space again. "Back tuck. Coolest move. Got it. — Erin Kellison

The Tempus, a young woman, fair with light brown hair, bowed her head to him. So she knew to acknowledge a dragon lord, though that wasn't the role he played in his life these days. A respectful spy. How quaint. — Erin Kellison

He was a match; she was flint. And between them both ... fire. — Erin Kellison

Adam swallowed thickly. "Can you see the future?"
"I see many futures."
"Many?"
"As many futures as there are choices."
"Do I defeat the Death Collector in any of them?"
"No."
A wave of helplessness rolled over him. So all this was pointless. The Collective was going to win after all. He couldn't breathe. He braced his hands on his knees as a devastating roar filled his head.
Abigail clucked with her tongue. "Look at you. So arrogant. So self-important. You've gone and cast yourself as the hero. Do you really think this war is about you?"
Adam's head snapped up. — Erin Kellison

OMG I just saw Warrick Voclain on 5th Ave! #DragonSighting #DragonInMyPants #Dragons #RuinedForAllOtherMen. — Erin Kellison