Kresley Cole: Likeness

“Never run from one such as me, female. You will no’ get away - and we like it.”

“Mari began to suspect that this reflection was going to prove to be like that little computer paperclip assistant -- at first it helps, but after a while you just want the paperclip to die.”

“Darwin says people like you need to die.” (Carrow)”

“You dress her in a wet T-shirt and make her carry the bags? Damn, Cade, I like how you roll" - Rok”

“Nïx lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, “Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor.”

“We want you gone. Your presence is obviously upsetting for her."

"Oh, aye, the poor, wee lass -- who tossed me like a skipping stone.”

“I think I just fell into like with him.”

“She'd never seen a monster like that before, had never heard of one in all the Lore. When she grappled with the question of what it was, her sharply honed scientifical mind deduced one answer: manbearpig.”

“Just because you're a gutless harlot doesn't mean I won't find your… attributes attractive. I might be immortal, but I'm still a red-blooded male."

"Harlot? Who talks like that? Father Time, meet the Flinstones.”

“Puck laughed, and it wasn't like that weird high-pitched giggle she'd heard out of children before, the one that begged the question: why would one possibly tickle a child just to elicit that noise?”

“I’ve got a fortune in gold. Ah, was that a flicker in your eye? Do you like me better now that you know I’m rich?” He curled his finger under her chin. “Because I’m all right with that.”

“Natalya's lips quirked. "You're glowing like a Lite-Brite."

"Shut it, fairy.”

“You know, do nice shite for her. Buy her things. Really think about what she likes and what makes her happy and make it happen. She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you can cut off your horns for her. Chicks dig that." (Cadeon)”

“Bluidy hell. Charlie’s seen my woman naked,” he said in a surly tone. “I almost liked him better when I thought he was a machete murderer.”

“Damn it, MacRieve, if you keep calling me kitten, then I'm going to start calling you something equivalent, like hound dog - and then we'll both be losers.”

“She remember her granny telling her, 'Men are like coal boilers, Ellie. If you find a man you reckon to keep, you got to feed his belly every day, make him burn for you, then release some steam purty regular, or you ain't ever gonna get him to work.”

“Similar situation? Like the one where you put me in fear for my life, then let go of that damned vine to heartlessly build my fear? MacRieve, I hope I enthralled you. Then you can rot wanting me to be yours.”

“Crazy like a fox.”

“For the record," she continued, "it's not my fault I came in here looking like Chesty LaRue. You caught me on laundry day, so I have no undergarments on. Though I will cop to a little extra spring in my step for your benefit.”