Top 500 Christine Feehan Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He’d felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity.”

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152. “The bayou came out in her voice more than it ever had before, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night floating down a lazy canal together under the starlit night.”

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153. “Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.”

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154. “I’m not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can’t think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.”

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155. “You don’t do violence, Francesca, not unless it’s self-defense or in defense of our family. I won’t have that on your soul. You’re going to be my wife. The mother of my children. You’re about love and softness. Not killing. Never that.”

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156. “Vittorio’s breath left his lungs in a long rush of shock. Something tight in his chest loosened. Someplace vulnerable. Someplace guarded and protected. He pressed his hand tightly over the spot, feeling as if that voice had been a key, fitting perfectly into the lock and turning it before he had a chance to react.”

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157. “You’re a miracle, woman.” Draden meant it.”

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158. “And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn’t try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.”

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159. “For the first time in his life, his body chose. He chose. His choice was her. Anya Rafferty.”

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160. “He wanted to believe in another life where he could have his woman for more than the short time it appeared they had left, but if he didn’t ever get that, he would celebrate every second with her now.”

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161. “There you go, getting all protective on me. You’re worried about me, aren’t you?” His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else – affection. “Dio, bambino, I love that.”

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162. “Love for her welled up so strong, so intense, the pressure in his chest made him feel as if he might be having a heart attack.”

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163. “He radiated calm, his energy peaceful, surrounding her in a cocoon of tranquility. He made her feel safe, wrapped up in their world together, even though she knew neither of them was.”

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164. “She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it.”

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165. “I have to plan things. That’s my personality. If I don’t have a plan, I get overwhelmed.”

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166. “He glanced back at her over his shoulder, his incredible eyes moving over her face. Seeing her. Focusing on her. The way he looked at her made her heart begin to accelerate.”

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167. “He was hunting. She knew all about hunting. She lived by hunting. Now she was the prey. Something perverse in her loved that.”

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168. “They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.”

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169. “She was the woman who would center him. Be the center of his world. Hell. Who was he kidding? She already was.”

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170. “Unfortunately, I’m not the greatest catch. None of us are. We’re outcasts for a reason.”

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171. “He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she’d touched. The part that needed her to save him.”

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172. “He was the kind of man who could kiss a woman, laying his heart at her feet, and then go torture and kill an enemy to ensure those he loved survived another day.”

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173. “His entire life, he hadn’t cared if he’d upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He’d found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could – she had.”

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174. “She kissed him, her body molding to his, and in his mind her beautiful voice rose in song just for him. The notes skipped from his mind to the sky, silver and gold notes of joy and happiness, of courage and admiration. She sang of love between two people, sacred and beautiful. She sang of peace and happiness. Her hands moved over him possessively, lovingly, checking his body for wounds. Her warrior was home. Whatever.”

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175. “We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.”

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176. “She’d never had a breakdown before. That had been scary, to cry without the ability to stop it. Crying on Draden should have been humiliating, but it had been comforting.”

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177. “I know I was born for the sole purpose of being that man who will stand in front of you. When you’re there in that dark place where it feels like a thousand demons are tearing you apart, know I’m there with you. Always, tesoro, because you are my treasure and my only.”

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178. “Ania. If he took her and kept her, she would give them both peace. God knew he needed peace.”

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179. “Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused – almost too focused. They didn’t blink, and it felt like death looking at him.”

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180. “Peonies are beautiful perennials. A classic, really. Every garden should have them. They’re dependable, have a timeless, elegant beauty and will bloom with very little attention.” He was silent for a moment while she switched branches and he followed. “Like you.”

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181. “Fear wasn’t the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepared to deal with.”

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182. “Well, put that lovely treasure back in your pants and calm down.”

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183. “Keep making fun of my name and every time you order a drink, I’m going to put something in it you aren’t going to like,” Ashe muttered under her breath.”

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184. “Seduction wasn’t difficult when two people were both willing... and she was so willing. Whatever he wanted. Any way he wanted. Anywhere.”

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185. “Emma, I’ll never be easy. I won’t. I’m not going to pretend your life will be a bed of roses, but I can tell you that no man will ever need you more, or want you more, or love you more than I will.”

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186. “She was just so afraid of being hurt. Or hurting Ice. She had failed at everything she’d tried in her life. Ice was... extraordinary. Amazing. Worth something.”

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187. “The most enjoyable part in writing a series is being able to visit a world I have created and revisit old friends. The challenges are making the book fresh and new for readers who have started from the beginning while still adding old information for new readers.”

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188. “There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.”

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189. “Her soft voice nearly was the end of his strength. Just when he was certain there was no way he could love her more, she did something like that. She made him feel as if he was everything to her. He’d never been everything to anyone.”

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190. “These are men like us with nowhere to go. They need what we have to survive. A brotherhood. A family. They need a leader. They need Torpedo Ink.”

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191. “She was... salvation. Everything good. She lit up a room just as she lit up his life.”

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192. “You’re strong. Give him time to show you. I promise you Anya, you won’t ever regret it.”

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193. “The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.”

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194. “You were not born too late, my love. Accept what is and what has been given to us. A great gift, a priceless treasure. I am with you now and for all time.”

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195. “Her scent enveloped him, drove him wild. Temptation and sin were wrapped around this exotic creature and he was falling over the edge fast.”

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196. “He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.”

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197. “She’d managed, in a very short period of time, to slip under his guard and get inside him. There was something very valiant about her.”

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198. “Before anything else, I need your trust. Your absolute trust in me – and yourself. You have to know you are the only woman I will ever want or need. You have to know that it is in you to meet my every desire, just as I will meet yours.”

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199. “She wanted a family. She loved that the Ferraros were so tight-knit, but she barely knew them. She didn’t even really know what Stefano did for a living. There was just a little bit of fear when she was around them all. Power clung to them. They were their wealth so easily, like a second skin. More than that, they were a cloak of pure danger. When any of the Ferraros walked into a room, there was stunned silence- a collective gasp from any other occupants of the room.”

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200. “There was a sense of comfort being wrapped up in his arms. He was calm in the middle of a terrifying experience. He was a rock she could cling to.”

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