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“You know, dulceata, there are times when I truly believe you are the most frightening person I know.
Thank you?”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“Atunci am înÈ›eles că nimic nu durează în suflet, că cea mai verificată încredere poate fi anulată de un singur gest, că cele mai sincere posesiuni nu dovedesc niciodată nimic, căci È™i sinceritatea poate fi repetată, cu altul, cu alÈ›ii, că, în sfârÈ™it, totul se uită sau se poate uita.”
― Mircea Eliade, Maitreyi

“I’m beginning to sense a theme,â€� Mircea said, tossing his suit coat over a buckskin-covered chair. A moose head with huge, outspread antlers loomed over it, its bright glass eyes looking oddly lifelike in the low light. Mircea took in the room, his expression slightly repulsed yet fascinated. “I believe there is only one thing to say at this point.â€�
What’s that?�
Yee haw,â€� he said gravely, and took me down like a rodeo calf.”
― Karen Chance, Curse the Dawn

“Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing.
He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He’d washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.”
― Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

“I narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-de’s little gift, I assumed. “You look better in color,â€� I snapped.
He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. “Really? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.”
― Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

“But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.”
― Karen Chance, Fury's Kiss

“And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall.
“I’m dirty,� I protested.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Promise?�
“Mircea!â€� I laughed in spite of myselfâ€�”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“I cocked an ear, but there was nothing much to hear. A girl was on the phone next door, complaining about some guy to a girlfriend, and someone down a floor was either talking to his cat or having a psychotic episode, but both voices were clearer than the soft noises coming from the living room. The vamps were presumably cleaning the wounds better than I’d been able to do at the bar, and bandaging him up. I knew nobody was planning a snackâ€� it would be like offering people used to Beluga caviar and Dom Perignon a sack of stale Fritos and a flat Coke. Sloppy seconds weren’t likely to appeal. ”
― Karen Chance, Midnight's Daughter

“Iâ€� What are you doing " Mircea had run a hand through his waterfall of hair and now he was sliding those beautifully shaped hands down his chest to glide over his nipples. His torso was hairless and perfectly sculpted with toned muscles and a long waist. He followed the lines of his flat stomach to the low-slung border of his only remaining garment. His fingers lingered there sliding along that insubstantial barrier teasingly drawing my eyes to the line of dark hair that started below his navel and disappeared beneath the black silk. It was startling against the pale perfection of his skin and except for the faint pink of his
nipples gave the only color to his upper body.
"Doing dulceaţă " he asked innocently. "I am trying my best to seduce you.”
― Karen Chance, Touch the Dark