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| 83790ea | He could see faint streaks of light as if the man left behind prints. They didn't appear like footprints, there were more faint bluish lights, more of a blob-line than a print, but every person left them behind and from shadows he could see them. He couldn't spot the imaging once out of tube, but the shadows acted as if he was seeing through a thermal lens. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 114b2d2 | I want you to come stay in my home. At least until we find and dispose of the assassins." Raven walked several steps in silence. He had said we, as if they were a team. That pleased her. "You know, Mikhail, it was the strangest thing today. Not one person at the inn or in the village seemed to know of the murder." His finger flicked along her delicate cheekbone. "And you said nothing." She flashed him a quelling glance from under long lashe.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 1d83474 | He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 345c036 | It was her acceptance that brought him back to sanity. This woman was not in a trance; she was offering herself freely because she felt his raging need, because she trusted him to stop before he hurt her, before he killed her. Mikhail's tongue lapped across her breast, closed the wound. He lifted his head, his dark eyes still glowing with the beast, the taste of her in his mouth, on his lips. He swore softly, bitterly, his self-loathing tot.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| fcfade8 | Stay with me, little one. I remained in this world because of you. You will have to be strong for both of us. Can you hear me, Raven? Do not leave me. I can make you happy. I know I can. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6853b5e | I nearly killed a woman tonight." He confessed it harshly, his dark eyes wounded. "You told me God made us for a purpose, that we were created by him. I am more beast than man, Edgar, and I cannot continue to delude myself. I would seek eternal rest, but even that is denied me. Assassins stalk my people. I have no right to leave them until I know they are protected. Now my woman is in danger, not only from me but from my enemies." Edgar puf.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9dc20c4 | She was purity. Goodness. Compassion. The other half of his soul. Light to his darkness. Everything that he was not. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 96acf10 | Now my woman is in danger, not only from me but from my enemies." Edgar puffed at his pipe calmly. "You said 'my woman.' You love this woman?" Mikhail waved a dismissing hand. "She is mine." It was a statement, a decree. How could he say "love"? It was an insipid word for what he felt. She was purity. Goodness. Compassion. The other half of his soul. Light to his darkness. Everything that he was not." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7d6268c | Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 5cee22c | She's an innocent, Father. I told myself I would not do this thing, that it was wrong, but I knew I would." It was a measure of his distress that he called the priest "Father." "And knowing you would do something you believe is wrong, you still did it. You must have had a good reason." "Selfishness. Did you not hear me? I, I, I. Everything for myself. I found a reason to continue my existence and I took what did not belong to me, and still,.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| a388625 | He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| ac79561 | He was a complete stranger to her, but he knew that connection between them had started there in the parking lot, their shadows touching coiling together, their eyes meeting. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 4630c3c | He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. Just as fast, she was being taken from him. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| e958cc6 | He brought justice to all kinds of criminals. The rule had been drilled into him over and over:'Never let it be personal.' This was as personal as it was going to get. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 5ac5fee | I could love you all night, Raven," he murmured enticingly against her throat. His hands moved over her body, leaving fire in their wake. "I want to love you all night." "Isn't that the point? It's dawn." Her hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle with her fingertips, stroking across his hard male form, seeking her own exploration. "Then I will spend the day making love to you." He whispered the words against her mouth,.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9269dd8 | She couldn't resist teasing him. He was unruffled. Raven stepped into the shower and released the thick braid so she could shampoo her hair. His laughter held deep, genuine amusement. Without meaning to, Raven communicated a sultry invitation. She touched his mark over her breast with light fingertips. The contact caused her blood to heat, the mark to throb. There was self-mockery in his tone, guilt in his mind. She laughed softly. H.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8b62843 | She couldn't resist teasing him. He was unruffled. Raven stepped into the shower and released the thick braid so she could shampoo her hair. His laughter held deep, genuine amusement. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 75052ac | Someone needs to drag you kicking and screaming into this century. The fingers brushed her face, and then caressed her lower lip. The smile faded from her mouth at the word. She didn't want to love him. He already had far too much power over her. Obsession might be the right word, not love. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c1cc514 | The skirt swung around her ankles with a sexy little swish, and the blouse clung to her curves. She had to admit that the outfit made her feel feminine, as did his choice of sheer lace panties and matching bra. His teasing voice seemed to caress her skin. It took great effort to lie blatantly. She was proud of herself. He was laughing again, and Raven found she couldn't help giving in to her own sense of humor. It was fun to have someone.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 24cc338 | In the eyes of my people, in the eyes of God, we are." There was an implacable resolve, a my-word-is-law, in his voice that set her teeth on edge. "What about in my eyes, Mikhail? My beliefs? Do they count for nothing?" she demanded belligerently. "I see the answer in your eyes, feel it in your body. You struggle needlessly, Raven. You know you are mine..." She stood up quickly, pushed the chair out of her way. "I don't belong to anyone, le.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 4ff2ee6 | Amusement to an observing mind is study. | Benjamin Disraeli | ||
| af16990 | The sense of existence is the greatest happiness. | Benjamin Disraeli | ||
| a28a6f0 | I see the answer in your eyes, feel it in your body. You struggle needlessly, Raven. You know you are mine..." She stood up quickly, pushed the chair out of her way. "I don't belong to anyone, least of all you, Mikhail. You can't just decree what will be in my life and expect me to fall in with your plans." Raven rushed down the three steps to the path winding into the forest. "I need some air." Mikhail laughed softly. "Are you so afraid of.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| ef9c77e | Are you so afraid of yourself?" "Go to the devil, Mikhail." Raven set her foot on the path and began walking quickly away before he could charm his way around her. And he could, she knew it. It was his eyes, the shape of his mouth, the little grin he gave her when he was deliberately provoking her. The fog was very dense, the air wet and heavy with it. With her acute sense of hearing, she could hear every rustling in the bushes, every swayi.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 553095f | Stop following me." "Am I not a gentleman, obligated to see his lady home?" "If you laugh at me one more time, I swear I won't be responsible for what I do." Raven became aware of the slinking figures then, the burning eyes following her. Her heart nearly stopped, then began to pound. "Fine!" She whirled around and glared at him. "This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5572b19 | This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." He bared his white gleaming teeth at her like a hungry predator and laughed softly, teasingly. "It is not the wolves that would find you delicious." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9b75266 | Shattered Sword | Ian W. Toll | ||
| 3d03890 | This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." He bared his white gleaming teeth at her like a hungry predator and laughed softly, teasingly. "It is not the wolves that would find you delicious." Raven picked up a broken branch and flung it at him. "Stop laughing, you hyena. This is not funny. Your arrogance is enough to make me want to throw up." It took every ounce of self-co.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 50af5d3 | Your arrogance is enough to make me want to throw up." It took every ounce of self-control she had not to laugh. The beast was far too charming for his own good. "Your American colloquialisms are very colorful, little one." She threw another branch, and then followed it up with a small rock. "Someone needs to teach you the lesson of a lifetime." She looked like a beautiful little spitfire, all sparks and flame. Mikhail drew in his breath sl.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0bb5b46 | Do you think I'm afraid of your wolves?" she demanded. "The only big bad wolf around here is you. Call all your wolves. Go ahead." She glared into the secret, dark interior of the forest. "Come and get me. What did he say to you about me?" Mikhail pried her fingers loose from the branch she held like a club, allowing it to fall. He curved an arm around her slender waist, brought her small, soft body up against his much larger, rock-hard fra.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0e7bb29 | Call all your wolves. Go ahead." She glared into the secret, dark interior of the forest. "Come and get me. What did he say to you about me?" Mikhail pried her fingers loose from the branch she held like a club, allowing it to fall. He curved an arm around her slender waist, brought her small, soft body up against his much larger, rock-hard frame. "I told them you tasted like warm honey." He whispered the words with his black velvet sorcere.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| f2b7fb6 | Where is all that marvelous respect a man as powerful as myself deserves?" His thumb stroked across her full lower lip, a sensuous caress. Raven closed her eyes against the inevitable. She wanted to cry. Her feelings for him were so strong, her throat was aching and burning. Mikhail brushed her eyes with his lips, tasted a tear, sought refuge in the sweetness of her mouth. "Why would you cry for me, Raven?" he murmured against her throat. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5a29162 | And those cuts stem from a fundamental misconception that art classes are about learning to draw. In fact, they are about learning to see.) | Ed Catmull | ||
| e82c917 | The unpredictable is the ground on which creativity occurs. | Ed Catmull | ||
| 9b8aa2c | Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius. | Benjamin Disraeli | ||
| c69e18f | I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It's frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute. I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It's as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can't get you out." She made it a confession, her head bent, ashamed. Mikhail took her hand, tugged at her to get her walking with him. "This is the way of my people, the.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| aef22a4 | Mikhail, I don't know what you want." She didn't know what she wanted either. He stood up then, power and grace combined. His shadow reached her before he did. His strength was enormous, but his touch was gentle as he pulled her to her feet. His hands slid up her arms, rested lightly on her shoulders, thumbs stroking the pulse in her neck. His touch sent warmth curling in her abdomen. She was so small beside him, so fragile and vulnerable. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c2572c7 | You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8067c80 | Am I right in thinking you're deliberately keeping me here?" Mikhail shrugged his broad shoulders. "Yes and no. I do not want to force you against your will, but as to my wanting you to stay, I believe us to be lifemates, bound more irrevocably than by your marriage ceremony. I would be extremely uncomfortable without you here, both in body and mind. I do not know how I would react to your contact with another man, and quite frankly, I fear.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| e03cd7f | We really are from two different worlds, aren't we?" she asked sadly. He brought her hand to the warmth of his mouth. "There is such a thing as compromise, little one. We can move between the two worlds or create our own." Her blue eyes slid over him, a faint smile touching her mouth. "That sounds so good, Mikhail, so twentieth-first century, but somehow I think it's more likely I would be the one compromising." With his strange Old World c.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5f2d5ec | Stay with me tonight. You can read while I work, and I will teach you how to build better shields to protect yourself from the unwanted emotions of those around you." "What can you do for my hearing? Your little medicinal concoctions have increased my hearing to the point of absurdity." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you have any idea what else is going to happen to me?" His teeth grazed the back of her neck, his fingers brushed across h.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7a5efe5 | It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her. | Christine Feehan | ||
| acac2bb | Some people make the mistake of thinking that they are being mindful because they are focusing diligently on problems. But if they are doing so while subconsciously bound up with their worries and expectations, with no awareness that they can't see clearly or that others may know more, they aren't open at all. | Ed Catmull | ||
| 4505306 | Today, of Americans officially designated as 'poor', 99 per cent have electricity, running water, flush toilets, and a refrigerator; 95 per cent have a television, 88 per cent a telephone, 71 per cent a car and 70 per cent air conditioning. Cornelius Vanderbilt had none of these. | Matt Ridley |