Cyn Quotes & Sayings

Mother made sure her little kids were subjected to a strict routine. We were given a timetable which covered our every waking moment, copies of which were posted by our bedside, in the sitting room and in the kitchen. Story hour meant that mother would read us novels and short stories by Guy de Maupassant, Oscar Wilde and Edmondo de Amicis. Soon we graduated to Tolstoy, Gogol and Turgenev. She read them to us in Chinese and I never realised until much later that the writers wrote them in different European languages. Comics were absolutely forbidden and so were Enid Blyton adventures and pop music ... Lee Cyn and I soon went to a primary school nearby ... After mother's rigorous timetable, school became fun and easy-going. — Ang Swee Chai

Those who dare to speak to me directly call me Sin." She nodded. "Cyn? Short for Cynric?"
"Nay," he said, recovering his stoicism as he remembered who and what he was. "S-I-N. As in conceived in, born in, and am currently living happily in."
He felt her hand tremble for the first time. "You like to frighten people, don't you?" she asked.
"Aye."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
-Sin & Callie — Kinley MacGregor

That a huge rush," Cyn said to him as she climbed out of the lagoon and wrung the water from her hair.
"Not nearly as much as the one I'm getting looking at you in that bikini. — Tracy March

Do you think my Cyn would like a souvenir?" he asked Duncan.
Duncan leaned sideways to study the dripping organ.
"probably not, My lord. — D.B. Reynolds

Raphael stripped off the robe and showered quickly. Normally he wouldn't have bothered since he intended to bathe in his enemy's blood before the night was over. But he was covered in Cyn's Blood and she was his. Her BLOOD was his, and no one else's. So he let the soap and water sluice over his body, and he swore privately that the blood of those who harmed his Cyn would run like water tonight. — D.B. Reynolds

Cyn always liked watching women move,but there was nothing sexier than an angry woman moving with purpose. — Jess Granger

What is it about her, Duncan?" he said finally. "She fights me at every turn, then nearly dies defending me. She comes more than willingly to my bed, then runs the very next morning. She wants nothing to do with me, and yet I find her ... fascinating. — D.B. Reynolds

Oh, hell, he'd look hot in a chicken suit. — Cyn Balog

And besides, his Cyn was coming for him. Dear Mathilde was about to learn just how lethal one human female could be. — D.B. Reynolds

And then I went back to face the future memories that had been flapping around in my mind like wounded birds. — Cyn Balog

He handed his brother the drink and sat beside him. Drifts of snow skittered past the wall of glass in flurries. "How was the evening?"
Cyn took a swig of his drink. "She's not interested in any of them, so do not worry."
He automatically straightened. "I am not worried."
As the leader of the mountain clan, he was not concerned about a human female other than her capacity as his responsibility.
"Hmm."
Con was silent for a long moment. "She is not?"
"No. — Savannah Stuart

I trust you. But I'm also going with you."
"Of course you are. Because, my Cyn, if the shit hits the fan
"
"When the shit hits the fan."
"
I trust you to be there to turn the damn fan off. — D.B. Reynolds

Did you ever find it?" Cyn asked.
"What's that?"
"Something he wouldn't give you?"
"You know, Cynthia, I did. Very recently,in fact.
"What was it?"
"You — D.B. Reynolds

Cyn stepped up and grasped his sweater in her fist, pulling his face down to hers. I love you more than life, Raphael. But I won't be dismissed like some piece of fluff whenever it's convenient. — D.B. Reynolds

All the Queen had to do was show up. Cyn and the rest of the staff at Hawthorne Manor had to worry about the rest.
No pressure there, considering how exacting the Queen was about every detail down to the volume of the bumblebees' buzzing. — Tracy March

Cyn stopped, drawing a deep breath. "Will you answer the fucking question or not? There's more at stake here than Raphael's Dick" Duncan choked back a laugh. — D.B. Reynolds

I am ready to depart," Ken'ichi agreed, pushing away from the counter. Elke rolled her eyes at him, then looked at Cyn.
"What he meant to say was, 'Hell, yeah, let's go fuck up a geek! — D.B. Reynolds

Twenty minutes later, I walk out of Melinda's hotel with a plate of finger sandwiches, a bag of prostitute clothes, and a weird wedge on my head that makes me look like you could tip me upside down and fill it with cream of mushroom.
I need another donut. — Cyn Balog

It was almost as if my screwing everything up was beyond my control, destined, written in the stars. — Cyn Balog

I'm not just one flavor. You're not either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world. — Cyn Balog

What's with the strange clothes?"
I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely."
Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?"
"Er. Canada. — Cyn Balog

I couldn't get out of my head how strange it was that the smallest decisions in our lives can leave the biggest scars. — Cyn Balog

I have been mastered at last, sweet Cyn, helpless in the face of that most human of failings, I love you. — D.B. Reynolds

Would it be so terrible, sweet Cyn?" he whispered. "To spend eternity at my side?" But she was too far gone in sleep, and Raphael didn't know if he wanted to hear her answer anyway. — D.B. Reynolds

I stare at Hans.
Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator.
His hands are like cinder blocks.
He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean. — Cyn Balog

Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)
Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin) — Kinley MacGregor

With children, promises are pinky sworn solemn, and unbreakable. They mean something. — Cyn Balog

Raphael have kids? NO
Does Cyn have kids? NO
Will Raphael allow Cyn to have kids with someone else? Are you out of your mind? — D.B. Reynolds

It's all in the past. Leave it there. — Cyn Balog

My experience with tragedy is that people will offer condolences and support but never be around when you want to collect. — Cyn Balog

Cyn like Cynric ?No, S-I-N as in conceived in , born in and lived in — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I don't mean to offend, but ... how did you die? I mean what happened that made Raphael turn you?" Duncan smiled at her. Cyn thought it was the only time she'd really seen him smile. "You're very straightforward, Ms. Leighton. I admire that. As to your question, I was dying, struck down with so many others during the war." He caught her eye. "That would be the War of Northern Aggression, the Civil War I believe you call it. — D.B. Reynolds

You do not get to say good-bye to me like this. You do not get to say good-bye at all. You promised me you would come back, and that does not mean I get your ashes in a fucking box, do you hear me? No one gets to kill you but me, and I swear, Raphael, I will stake you myself if you let them kill you."
One corner of his sensuous mouth curved up in amusement at the illogical threat, and she growled, actually growled at him. Which only made him smile harder.
"Perhaps I simply wanted to take comfort in the sweet and silky flesh of my mate before going into battle."
Cyn gave him a doubtful look, but she smiled. "In that case, you have the wrong woman."
Raphael wrapped both arms around her and rolled them again, putting him once more on top. "I have exactly the woman I want, lubimaya. There is no other. — D.B. Reynolds

Fuck you, Cyn. I can't take you anywhere."
"Maybe he was shooting at you!" she hissed. — D.B. Reynolds

Hans and Christian just stare at me, faces grim. All I can think of is how awesome it would be if my name were Andersen. — Cyn Balog