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The real knife to a man's heart was his woman's tears.

Christine Feehan

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Ukiah
California
Christine King
Tears
Woman
Real
Heart
Men
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Knives

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I know I burn for you.Even in my sleep, the sleep of our people where there can be no thought,I burn for you.
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Trust. Such an easy word. Such an impossible quality.
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There's no room for him in your head, Elle. I'm there. I'll always be there and if he tries to come in I'll drive him out until you're strong enough to do it yourself. And there was never room for him in your heart because I was already there. He couldn't touch your soul. It belongs to you and no one else unless you decide to share.
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By the time we have our fifth and sixth you'll be a pro. Kane teased. He nuzzled Sebastien head. Do you hear that, son ? You're our experiment, so you'll have all sorts of excuses to do very naughty things.
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-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.
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It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.
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You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.
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I don't suppose you cook? Tucker inquired hopefully. Did you think because she can start fires she'd be great with a grill? Gator asked.
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Wolves? I should have known. Of course you have wolves. Doesn’t everybody?” She snapped her fingers. “The gun, Lucian. Hand it over. I’ve decided I have to shoot you after all. It’s the only way to preserve my sanity.
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Why do I have to do this? Gator demanded. Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model, Nico pointed out. Dumbest plan you've ever come up with, Gator rumbled. Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.
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Have you ever heard of a condom? Don't Carpathians have condoms? Because I'm thinking that if you're all that worried, a condom might be just the thing. His smile was slow in coming. I had not thought of that. As a rule Carpathians do not need such things.
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You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock. He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.
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I killed Freddie the vamp like twenty times, but he wouldn't die. --Natalya Shonski
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...but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.
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He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.
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If I had a sense of humor, I'd be laughing right now.
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It's Mari, Jack, Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. What? Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. Are you certain? Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.
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I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
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I’m quite capable of walking,” she pointed out. It is faster this way. Your legs are short.” They are not!
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She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.
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