The Darkest Whisper Quotes

“Demon?” Gwen gasped out. Her back jerked ramrod-straight, and her face leeched of
color. “Did you just say demon?”

Oh, uh…did I say that?” Strider once again glanced around the plane helplessly. “No, no.
I think I said seaman.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“He’s a love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. And though he’s not a Lord, he does have a curse hanging over his head. I have the book to prove it.”
William growled low in his throat. “Anya! Must you share my secrets with everyone?” He flattened his palms on the arms of his chair. “Fine. If you can spill, I can, too. Anya’s the reason the Titanic sank. She was playing chicken with the icebergs.”
Scowling, Anya anchored her hands on her hips. “William had a bronze made of his penis and placed it on his mantel.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Anya jumped in front of the man, acting as his shield. “Now, Sabin. He didn’t mean any harm. He’s borderline stupid. You know that.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He’d never ripped a man’s throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She’d made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“He’d never be able to touch her, and as passionate as she was, she would eventually need a man who could. He’d never had to worry about these things before because he’d never been with a woman. Not even before his possession. He’d been too busy then, too involved in his job. Maybe he needed to join Workaholics Anonymous, he thought dryly. He had to be the only millennia-old virgin in history.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“If only Paris and the Harpies had gotten along. But Promiscuity had taken one look at the beautiful women and deemed them “too much effort.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Twenty-seven.”
His brow puckered, and he blinked over at her. “Twenty-seven hundred years, right?”
If he were speaking to Taliyah, yes. “No. Just twenty-seven plain, ordinary years.”
“You don’t mean human years, do you?”
“No. I mean dog years,” she said dryly, then pressed her lips together. Where was the filter that was usually poised over her mouth? Strider didn’t seem to mind, though. Rather, he seemed stupefied. Would Sabin have had the same reaction were he awake? “What’s so hard to believe about my age?” As the question echoed between them, a thought occurred to her and she blanched. “Do I look ancient?”
“No, no. Of course not. But you’re immortal. Powerful.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“I’ve never cheated on a lover. I’m faithful, always. But the war comes before anyone’s feelings. Every time.”
Wow. Battle before love. Without a doubt, he was the most unromantic male she’d ever met. Even more so than her great-grandfather, who had laughingly burned her great-grandmother to death after she’d given birth to Gwen’s grandmother.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“His name is Tyson? I hate to break it to you, but you dated a brand of chicken.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“How long since you had sex?” Aeron asked his friend.
Another moan. “Two—three days.” Paris wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist.
Which meant Paris hadn‟t had a female since before their return. But Aeron knew Lucien had flashed the warrior into town every night they‟d spent in the desert for just that reason. Had the warrior had trouble finding a willing partner?
“Let me take you into town. You can—”
“No. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Noth that I think you're wrong to be disgusted by anyone in bed with chicken man.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Only as he shut the door behind him, barricading Gwen inside lest she decide to risk bumping into one of his friends to explore, spy or even search for a phone to call the Hunters—she’s not working for them, damn it!—did he realize he was about to knowingly pair a Harpy with the goddess of Anarchy. Great. He’d be lucky if his head was still attached in the morning.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“She’s not going anywhere,” Sabin said. Lord love domineering men. Sometimes.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“To stop himself from reaching out, he folded his arms over his chest, his shirt straining. Her gaze fell, locking on his left bicep. Damn. If she wanted him the way he wanted her, they were going to be in trouble. Lots and lots of pleasurable, oh, so wrong trouble. Again”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Of course, interspersed with the visions of heaven and hell were more “extras” from Anya. These happened to be portraits of naked men. To everyone’s consternation, she’d managed to save them from the Hunters’ bomb blast. Only once had Sabin attempted to take one down. The next day, he’d found a naked portrait of himself in its place. How the goddess had had it painted so quickly—and so accurately—he would never know. He would also never take down another of her pictures. Sabin”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Sometimes the demons did fight…did win…did destroy. Still. We deserve to live, he thought. Like everyone else, they suffered if their friends were hurt, read books, watched movies, gave to charity. Fell in love. Hunters, though, would never see it that way. They were convinced the world would be a better place without the Lords. A utopia, serene and perfect. They believed every sin ever committed could be laid at a demon’s feet. Maybe because they were dumb as shit. Maybe because they hated their lives and were simply looking for someone to blame. Either way, killing them had become the most important mission of Sabin’s life. His utopia was a life without them. Which”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He’d never ripped a man’s throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She’d made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows. Two”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Right now steam enveloped her and Sabin, thick as clouds. Hot water cascaded down the planes and curves of her body. Nothing had ever felt so amazing—except for the naked man behind her, pinning her in, keeping her inside. She would not hook up with a demon, no matter how sexy he was. Would she? Her life didn’t need more weird. Did it? Why”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“«Lo fai di continuo» osservò Strider, riscuotendo Sabin dalle sue cupe riflessioni.
«Che cosa?» chiese Gwen. Aveva una voce un po' rauca e affannosa; all'inizio pensava che quel timbro fosse dovuto alla fatica, ma ora lo trovava incredibilmente sexy.
«Guardare Sabin. Ti interessa?»
«Certo che no!» rispose lei con foga.
Sabin cercò di non aggrottare la fronte. Avrebbe preferito una breve esitazione, invece di quella risposta veemente e immediata.
«Invece credo che ti interessi» ridacchiò Strider. «Farei un favore a entrambi se ti facessi cambiare idea su di lui.»”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Reyes la prese in braccio con un mugolio e i due scomparvero nella fortezza; le risatine di Danika erano l’unica prova della loro presenza.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“«Voglio una stanza tutta per me.»
«No.»
«No e basta?»
«Esatto: tu resti qui.» Le parole con me non vennero pronunciate, ma erano sottintese. «Non ho vissuto a lungo a Budapest e non ho passato molto tempo in questa camera, ma è mia.» Come lo sei tu. Anche questo era sottinteso.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“«Occhi dorati, capelli rossi. O meglio, d’oro rosso.»
Lo sguardo azzurro di Anya lampeggiò all’improvviso. «Mmh, interessante.»
«Che cosa? Il colore dei suoi capelli?» Lo sapeva bene: aveva voglia di affondarvi le dita, di spargerli sul cuscino e sulle proprie cosce.
«No, il fatto che tu l’abbia definito d’oro rosso» replicò Anya con una risatina. «Il piccolo Sabie si è preso una cotta?»
Lui stringe i denti e arrossì. Maledizione!
«Oh-oh. Fantastico. Guarda un po’ chi si è innamorato mentre esplorava tutte quelle piramidi.»”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“«Non sono una dei tuoi uomini; non puoi darmi ordini» si ribellò Gwen.
«Se fossi una dei miei uomini, in questo momento mi vergognerei dei miei pensieri.»”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“Telling the truth about your willingness to cheat doesn’t make you a better person than my human. Under no circumstances would Tyson have strayed. He loved me.” Her human? Her human! “His name is Tyson? I hate to break it to you, but you dated a brand of chicken.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“did he realize he was about to knowingly pair a Harpy with the goddess of Anarchy. Great. He’d be lucky if his head was still attached in the morning.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper