Carpathian Quotes

“I claim you as my life mate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my life mate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.”
― Christine Feehan

“The true power lies with you.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Curse

“Your lifemate is a mean little thing healer. I do not envy you.

Aidan Savage, Dark Magic”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Magic

“Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“My heart is like the drawing compass
One leg is standing still in my Carpathian’s roots
While the other rounds in enormous hoops
Over the mother earth so my belongings
Enrich my days with rainbows
Portrayed from openness’ minds.”
― Simona Prilogan, Love is Young: Poems

“He'd searched the world over for his lifemate, the woman holding the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. She didn't exist. It was that simple. She didn't exist.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“Staying strong for our people. Staying strong to keep the demon inside. Staying strong for her. Only her." Those last two words of his code- his vow- said everything. Every wound he had suffered in battle, every time he had to kill an old friend or relative, every night he'd risen and endured the gray void, was for her.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn't the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“So beautiful." He murmured the words aloud. He thought them in his head. Tucked them somewhere close. Her hair was beautiful, but so was her soul. That half she unknowingly held for him, it was beautiful as well. So much light in so small a package.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason. The things I told you about myself are true. I am Carpathian, not vampire. I hunt the undead.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“She went to move around Jacques, strongly objecting to the this woman label. She did have a name. She was a person. She had a feeling they all thought her the hysterical type. She certainly hadn’t managed to show them her normal calm self.
Jacques stepped backward and his arm swept behind him to pin her against the wall. He never took his eyes from the trio before them. He knew he was unstable, still fighting to hold on to reason when his every instinct was to attack. He trusted none of them and would not allow Shea to be put in any danger.
Shea retaliated with a hard pinch. She was not going to cower behind her wild man like some seventeenth-century heroine fainting with the vapors. So she was surrounded by a few vampires. Big deal.
Carpathians. Jacques sounded amused.
If you laugh at me, Jacques, I might find another wooden stake and come after you myself, she warned him silently. “Well, for heaven’s sake.” Shea sounded exasperated as she addressed the group. “We’re all civilized, aren’t we?” She shoved at Jacques’ broad back. “Aren’t we?”
“Absolutely.” Raven stepped forward, ignoring Mikhail’s restraining hand. “At least the women are. The men around here haven’t quite graduated from the swinging-through-trees stage yet.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“God. She loved the children. They were all so amazing. Every last one of them. She was grateful she'd made the decision to go into that labyrinth, the chambers of utter horror, to get them out. She refused to regret that decision, no matter the price she had to pay-- and she was paying it every single minute of the day.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy

“He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn't stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“He liked her little glare. It made him feel as if they were a couple who had been together for a long time and she felt comfortable with him. If he didn't live through the following day, he had this with her.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“The last child is secure. The phrase to remove him from the safety circle is Curious George likes his bike.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was do much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was so much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Sentinel

“Fuck you and the bird you flew in on."

-Julija, page 23”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Illusion

“Not me," Colby denied firmly. "No one is getting me up in front of the world vowing I'll obey Rafael."

Rafael raised his eyebrow. "There is the promise of obedience in this marriage ceremony? Paul, we have to talk.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Secret

“I am beginning to like the way you talk to me and that is frightening. There was the faintest of smiles in his voice.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Demon

“She lifted her head when he set her feet on the stone floor, a small smile curving her soft mouth. Mysterious. Sexy. His little innocent was seducing him, and doing a damn good job of it.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Magic

“The taste of terror was in his mouth. The horrifying emotion beat at his heart, and invaded his lungs so that his breath was trapped there.
"You are all right. Take a breath." He could barely get the words out.
Marguarita shook her head, never taking her gaze from his I am not afraid of you, Zacarias. I fear letting you down, but never that you will harm me. Her eyes never wavered, locked on his, forcing the truth into his mind. He feared losing her. He feared turning vampire. He - feared.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Predator

“I'm going in.
Be careful. I am using a faint draft.
No worries, I am creating a nice habitat for the black witch moth. It isn't small, it has a seven-inch wingspan, but the undead would not believe a hunter would use such a creature to spy on them. I, however, will have to give my moth at least eight inches to be realistic.
Dragomir nearly choked. Leave it to Sandu. The black witch moth was legendary as a harbinger of death. And eight inches? It was starting. He shouldn't have shared humor with any of them.
Found another entrance here on the street. Ferro this time. I will go in as a black witch moth. Perhaps I should make my wingspan that little bit bigger as in keeping with my size. Say, nine inches?
Dragomir would have laughed if his present form allowed it. They might not find humor in the things they said, but they were funny. Now that he had regained his emotions, he shared them automatically with the others. It had been so long since any of them had felt anything, they almost didn't remember what humor was.
If we went by that, I would go for a ten-ing wingspan, Andor said, his voice droll. Sandu, I hope that you do not feel embarrassed
Given that much larger than eight to nine inches is going to draw attention and be smashed by some stubby vampire, I have no reason to feel this emotion - this embarrassment you speak of.
That rules out my twelve-inch wingspan, Benedik grumbled.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy