Thea Harrison, Spellbinder Quotes
Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.
Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.
He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately, ” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.
Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.
I can’t get enough of you, ” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.
I want you too, so much, ” she whispered. He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.
