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1 " Have you ever heard of the Black Lily? "
― Juliette Cross , The Black Lily (Vampire Blood, #1)
2 " Her name is Arabelle.” Marius felt her name sink into his chest like a long-ago lullaby waiting to be sung again. "
3 " I want to stay inside you for eternity,” he whispered. "
4 " Don’t worry, Arabelle. I won’t bite.”“Is that supposed to be funny?”“No. That’s a promise. "
5 " She was the sweetest ambrosia sent straight from heaven. Or the most sinful temptation to drag him down to hell. He didn’t care. "
6 " Arabelle smiled and hooked the mask into place. Now her disguise was perfect. As the carriage rolled on, with the same dogged determination that had ruled her for most of her life, she envisioned her target and her mission – to kill the vampire prince. "
7 " Magnificent. Beautiful. Glorious. Marius couldn’t believe such a woman still existed in all the kingdoms. The small taste of her blood on his tongue still flowed through his veins, white-hot and crippling him with the demand for… “More,” he whispered. "
8 " Friedrich had found a little girl in the village schoolroom painting a black flower. When he’d asked her why she would paint such a dark flower, the girl had replied, “She is coming to save us. She says there is always darkness before the light. "
9 " Nice night for a bath under the moonlight, isn’t it?” he asked evenly. "
10 " He’d heard older vampires speak of those they called honey-bleeders. "
11 " You are its crowning flower, the dark bloom that promises both rebirth and an avenging hand. "
12 " Violate me?” He laughed, a black lock of hair falling in front of one eye. “That sounds delightful. "
13 " Her scent was so embedded in his skin, through his flesh right down to his bones, that if he lived a million years, he’d never be rid of the need to find the woman who smelled like wildflowers and rain and who now owned a piece of his heart. "
14 " When I take a woman in my arms, whether to my bed or to feed, it is always an embrace—gentle, warm, and pleasurable.” Her mouth slid into a wicked smile. “Well, then. We’d never suit, my prince. I prefer a rough tumble in the bed. I’ve never been one for cuddling and tenderness. "