Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyonis a bestselling US writer. Under her own name she writes urban fantasy, and is best known for her Dark Hunter series. Under the pseudonym Kinley MacGregor she wrote historicals also with paranormal elements. Kenyon's novels have an "international following" with over 30 million copies in print in over 100 countries. Under both names, her books have appeared at the top of the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today lists, and they are frequent bestsellers in Germany,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
That would be like making a pact with Lucifer. (Zarek) Yes, but I don’t smell like sulfur. And I happen to dress better. Luc always looks like a pimp. (Dionysus)
(His heart clenched as she made a kissing noise to him then handed the phone back to Vane. Gods, how he loved that woman.) Ahh, Tally, me lub you too. (Vane) Shut up, crotch-sniffer. You’re not allowed to make lovey noises at me, only my honey is. (Talon)
Sunshine, it’s the Celt wanting a little reassurance that I haven’t eaten you or anything. (Vane)
Wolves don’t socialize with humans. You guys tend to freak out when you learn what we are. Not to mention, your females are rather frail. I don’t like having to hold back for fear of bruising or killing my partner when I mate. (Vane) And people think I speak my mind. Jeez. You will just say anything, won’t you? (Sunshine)
Believe me, lady, my strength is the one thing I never doubt. (Vane) It’s amazing the lies we tell other people, isn’t it? (Sunshine's grandmother)
Can you take human form in daylight? (Talon) Obviously so. Ever tried to answer a phone without opposable thumbs? (Vane)
He said he–meaning you–had been addicted to this drug he fed Sunshine. Getting anything that personal out of you is like removing a tooth from a lion without a tranquilizer. (Talon)
All you need to know is that I have an old enemy pretending to be me. (Acheron) Why? (Talon) Well, it obviously isn’t to be nice to me and win over my friends, now is it? (Acheron)
Fang, I think you better stop or Talon might turn you into a wolf kabob. (Vane)
Ewwww-eee-wwww. Hey Ash, you vant to suck my blud? (Fang) No, thanks. The last thing I want is to catch parvo from you, or some other freaky dog disease that makes me lift my leg around hydrants. (Acheron)
Shut up, Nick. (Talon) 'Shut up, Nick, heel, sit, fetch.’ Love you too, Celt. (Nick)
They shot me. (Talon) No, bud. They turned you into Swiss cheese. (Nick)
We’re screwed. (Nick) Screwed blue and tattooed. (Acheron)
Now don’t you be covering for him, Ash. (She wagged her finger at Nick.) Are you driving? (Cherise) No, Mom. I’m sitting. (Nick)