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“A smile curved his lips.
Stunned, she stood there unable to move as she saw the one thing she'd never thought to see form him. A real, full-blown smile. The man was absolutely gorgeous.
"My God, you have dimples."
His smile vanished instantly. "I know."
"No, no, no, no, no!" she said, reaching up to touch his cheek. "Don't you dare hide those. They're beautiful."
He dodged her touch. "They look stupid."
She let out an aggravated breath. "They are sexy as all get-out. Trust me. Dimples like those will definitely get you laid.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of the Night

“For the first time in his life, he truly understood love. It wasn't just an intangible emotion, it was when his own happiness was found by making her happy. It wasn't something found in a grandiose gesture. I was found in the simplest form.
A single smile that made a cold-blooded assassin weak in the knees.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of the Night

“She'd seen the kindness in him that he hid from the world, and she'd glimpsed some of the pain that he kept to himself. While she knew she should hate him, every day they were together, she discovered another part of his soul, and it wasn't frightening.
It was strangely beautiful.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of the Night

“I'm a fucking idiot.
No, he was a man in love with a woman who meant the entire universe to him.
Like I said, you're a fucking idiot.
And for the first time in his life, he was happy being stupid because the only alternative would be existing without her, and now that he'd tasted the sunlight she brought into his world, he never wanted to live in the darkness again.
Please don't send me back to the night.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of the Night

“Kiara shook her head at his dry wit that he delivered in a perfect deadpan monotone. He was strangely entertaining in a lethal, 'I'll rip out your heat and eat it' kind of way.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of the Night

“Were you hurt?â€� (Nykyrian)

Syn shifted, some of his anger diminishing. “No.� (Syn)

“Then why are you having a fit?� (Nykyrian)

Syn laughed. “I don’t know, it just felt right. You see why I don’t like being sober? I overreact like an old woman.â€� He opened his flask, then slammed it down on Nykyrian’s desk. “Figures the damned thing would be empty.â€� (Syn)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Night