Daemon Obsidian Quotes

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?

Daemon: I checked out your blog. Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order? Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I'm already starring in those, aren't I? Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.

You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect." His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. "The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It's just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.

How long have you been standing there?" "Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger." "He deserved it.

So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West Virginia, the land of lost models.

Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon." Daemon's grin went up a notch. "Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.

I bet you think things through, right? Accept candy from strangers and get into vans with a sign that reads free Kittens?

You haven’t locked yourself in any rooms or rocked in any corners, right?” I rolled my eyes and began walking again. “No Daemon, but thanks for making sure I’m mentally sound and all.

I didn't tell you this because I'm sure you would've changed your mind about the dress." "What?" I frowned. "Does it make my butt look big?" She laughed. "No. You looked stunning in it." "Then what's the deal?" Her smile turned downright mischievous. "Oh, you know, just that the color red is Daemon's favorite.

But no matter where I went, what I was running from would still be with me—Kat. She wasn’t just back in the house, in that bed. She was with me now, inside me. And there was no outrunning that.

Oh, yeah.” Carissa nodded. “They were googley-eyed in class on Friday. It was pretty steamy, the whole ‘I’m screwing you with my eyes’ thing they had going on.” I choked on my drink. “That was not what we were doing. We were talking!

Am I glowing?" "Like a Christmas tree." "Not just the star?" The bed moved a little, and I felt his hand brush my arm. "No. You're super bright. It's kind of like looking at the sun.

Aliens—if they exist—are little green men with big eyes and spindly arms or…or giant insects or something like a lumpy little creature.” Daemon let out a loud laugh. “ET?” “Yes! Like ET, asshole. I’m so glad you find this funny.

I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.

I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.

You look like you're twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant.

You know what they say about boys next door...

Daemon arched a brow. 'Are you feeling me up, Kat? I'm liking where this is heading.

This guy was flipping my bitch switch like nothing else.

Daemon stilled above me. 'I won't hurt you, Kat.' His tone was softer, but still laced with fury as he tried to control me without doing any real damage. 'I could never hurt you.

And this is why you don’t want me to be friends with Dee, because you were afraid that I’d find out the truth?” “That, and you’re a human. Humans are weak. They bring us nothing but trouble.” My eyes narrowed. “We aren’t weak. And you’re on our planet. How about a little respect, buddy.” Amusement flickered in his emerald eyes. “Point taken.

I needed to get a grip. Or a camera to memorialize this moment, because I bet I could make a money from a video of him. I could make a fortune... As long as he didn't open his mouth.

I'm sure I look like a drowned cat." "You look fine. The wet look works for you." I scowled. "Now I know you're lying.

I'm not leaving, Kitten. You're going to do this." My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh, for the love of God.

Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!" "We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.

Arum: But where will your arrogance be when we absorb your powers? Daemon: In the same place as my foot. You know, as in up your ass.

Because this absolutely insane - the craziest thing I'd ever done. Worse than giving a one-star review, scarier than asking for an interview with an author I'd give my firstborn to eat lunch with, more stupid than kissing Daemon.

Oh no I know that look. What are you thinking? That this is the most ridiculous declaration of attraction I've ever heard

His hand rested above my hip, having a totally different impact on me. My skin tingled underneath the chiffon. Daemon cleared his throat as he glanced away. 'You...you look beautiful, by the way. Really too good to be with that idiot.

At least I don't look like a Christmas tree." "You look like the star atop the tree.

He paused, his smug grin turning wicked as his eyes met mine. “We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy.

Daemon followed me home after school. Literally. He tailed me in his new Infiniti SUV. My old Camry, with its leaky exhaust and loud muffler, was no match for the speed he wanted to go. I’d brake-checked him several times. He’d blown his horn. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You're kind of dirty, Kitten." I blinked. Deny. Deny. Deny. "What did you say?

You probably even dream about me.” His gaze lowered to my mouth. I felt my lips part. “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it.

She's a stupid-' 'Be careful what you say next.' Daemon's voice was low but carried. 'Because what you don't know and what you can't possibly understand will get a bolt of light in your face.' My eyes widened, as did pretty much everyone's in the room. Ash swallowed thickly and turned her cheek, letting her blonde hair cover her face. 'Daemon,' Mr Garrison said, stepping forward. 'Threatening one of your own for her? I didn't expect this from you.

My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh for the love of God. Her eyes went from me to Daemon, completely misinterpreting everything. The glee in her eyes made me want to vomit on Daemon's head.

Dee loves it here. Before you came, she spent most of her days here." To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon. "You know, I'm not going to get your sister in trouble." "We'll see.

His hands slid around my head, pulling me back to his mouth. There was a cracking sound in the house. A fissure of electricity shot through the room. Something smoked. I didn’t care.

Is this what you do with your spare time?” he asked me, ignoring his sister. “What—are you deciding to talk to me now?” Smiling tightly, I grabbed a handful of mulch and dumped it. Rinse and repeat. “Yeah, it’s kind of a hobby. What’s yours? Kicking puppies?

There was no doubt in my mind that Daemon believed revenge was a dish best served in my face.

What's your deal?" I asked in the hallway after class. "I know you did that." He shrugged. "So?" ... "That was rude, Daemon. You embarrassed him." ... "And I thought using your ... stuff would draw them here?" ... "That was barley a blip on the map. That didn't even leave a trace on anyone." He lowered his head until the edges of his dark curled brushed my cheek. I was caught between wanting to crawl into my locker or crawl into him. "Besides, I was doing you a favor." I laughed. "And how was that doing me a favor?" ... "Studying math wasn't what he had in mind." That was debatable, but I decided to play along ... "And what if that's the case?" "You like Simon?" His chin jerked up, anger flashing in his emerald eyes. "You can't possibly like him." ... "Are you jealous? ... Your jealous of Simon?" I lowered my voice. "Of a human? For shame, Daemon.

The arrogant half smile I disliked so much tipped up one corner of his swollen lips. “You’re barely glowing now.

For a moment, I pretended. Not that we weren't two different species, because I didn't see him that way, but that we actually liked each other. And then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby Jesus...Warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs. Daemon murmured in a language I couldn't understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly. I could've woken him up but for some reason I didn't. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else. His hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem on the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me. I gasped. Daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked. And I cringed.

In your dreams, Kitten." He smirked. "Oh wait, I'm already starring in those, aren't I?" I rolled my eyes. "Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.

I captured her cheeks, pulling her back to my hungry mouth. Man, I couldn’t get enough of her taste, of how she gave it right back to me on all fronts. Her hands went to the button on my jeans. There was a cracking sound in the house. Most likely something had just went up in flames.

„Did you just…clean a dish?” Dee backed away slowly, blinking. She glanced at Daemon. “The world is going to end. And I’m still a vir—” “No!” both the brothers yelled in unison. Daemon looked like he was actually going to vomit. “Jesus, don’t ever finish that statement. Actually, don’t ever change that. Thank you.

Guy: Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon. Daemon: Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.

In a couple of weeks I'd be starting a new school, and I knew Dee would be surrounded by friends -friends that Daemon probably approved of, which wasn't me, because he obviously thought I was a crack dealer.

To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon.

He was a jerk. Moody. But there had been brief moments that I’d spent with him—like a nanosecond—when I thought I might have seen the real Daemon. At least a better Daemon. And that part made me curious. And the other side, the jerky one, yeah, that part didn’t make me curious. It sort of excited me.

I turned and reached over,wrapping my arms around his all too stiff body. I hugged him, squeezing him as tightly as I could. And then I let him go before he overreacted and threw me off the rock. Daemon still didn’t move. He stared at me, eyes wide, like he’d never been hugged before.

There’s a McDonald’s down the street. We’ll get you a Happy Meal. Maybe that’ll make you happier.

My eyelids flickered open again and focused on Daemon. He had his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the wall but I knew he was listening to everything. Dee talked about taking me home if my mom couldn’t leave. I was struck again by the twins. Daemon and Dee didn’t belong here, but I did. I could blend easily with the whitewashed walls and pale green curtains. I was as plain as the linoleum, but these two seemed to light the room with their flawless beauty and demanding presence. Ah, the medication was kicking in. I was poetic. And high. Bliss.

Daemon scratched his chest, his expression doubtful. “And how are we going to get her to exert energy.” Andrew grinned from across the room. “We could take her out to a field and chase her around in our cars. That sounds fun.

Por favor. No puedo perderte. Por favor abre tus ojos. Por favor no me dejes...♥ —Daemon♥

I think it's obvious if you're wanted here or not." "Daemon," hissed Dee, her cheeks red. She turned to me, tears in her eyes. "He's not being serious." "Are you being serious, Daemon?" Ash turned in his lap, head cocked to the side. My heart was already pounding in my chest when his eyes met mine. His were sheltered. "Actually I was being serious." He leaned over the table, staring up at me through thick lashes. "You're not wanted here." Dee spoke again, but I was beyond hearing. My face felt like it was on fire. People around us were starting to stare. One of the Thompson boys was smirking while the other looked as though he wanted to crawl underneath the table for me. The rest of the kids at the table were staring at their plates. One of them snickered. I'd never been more humiliated in my life.

When I did show up next door, at 6:34, it sounded like World War III had erupted in the house. I’d let myself in since no one answered the damn door. “I can’t believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!” I cringed and stopped inside the dining room. There was no way I was going into that kitchen. “I didn’t eat all of it.” “Oh, so it ate itself?” Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. “Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it.” “Actually, I think the freezer ate it,” Daemon responded dryly. I grinned when I heard what sounded like the empty container hitting what suspiciously sounded like flesh.

I review books." "Do you get paid for them?" I laughed out loud at that. "No, not at all." Daemon seemed confused by that. "So you review books and you don't get paid if someone buys a book based on your review?

You read too much.” Daemon exhaled slowly. [...] "There’s no such thing as that.

Dee:I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon! Daemon:I didn't eat all of it. Dee:Oh, so it ate itself? Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it. Daemon:Actually, I think the freezer ate it.

How did you know I was different?” “You mean besides the obvious obsidian, the alien entourage, and the branch?” He laughed. “You’re full of electricity. See?” He reached between the seats and placed his hand over mine. Static crackled, jolting us both. Daemon grabbed Blake’s hand and threw it back at him. “I do not like you.

You do realize I love a challenge?

How can something that's a part of me hurt?

I had a funny feeling he was sizing up the situation and somehow I was to blame for his sleepy--albeit really,really nice--fondling.

I swore to God if Daemon said anything ignorant, I was going to lay him out in class. My splint was heavy enough to do damage.

Be careful with what you say next." Daemon's voice was low but carried. "Because what you don't know and what you cant possibly understand will get a bolt of light in your face.

Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?” “In your dreams, Kitten.” He smirked. “Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I?” I rolled my eyes. “Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.

¿Qué estoy haciendo? Si ellos se dan cuanta de lo que he hecho...Pero no puedo. No puedo perderla....♥ —Daemon♥

You have your arrogance now, like all Luxen. But where will your arrogance be when we absorb your powers?” “In the same place as my foot,” Daemon replied, hands balling into fists. The leader looked confused. “You know, as in up your ass.

¿Qué pasó con ese tipo? Actúo como si me odiara o algo." "No te odia, solo no confía en ti" "¿Confiar qué? ¿Tu virtud?

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones whoa re quietly unaware of their effect."--Daemon

¿De venir aquí, golpear hasta el cansancio a Simon y reclamar a mi chica??? —Daemon♥

I review books. Do you get paid for them? I laughed out loud at that. No, not at all. Daemon seemed confused by that. So you review books and you don't get paid if someone buys a book based on your review?

So Daemon can do that too? Morphing into a kangaroo if he wanted to?" Dee laughed. "Daemon can do about anything. He's one of the most powerful of us. Most of us can do one or two things easily - the rest is a struggle. Everything is easy for him." "He's just so awesome," I muttered. "Once he actually moved the house a little bit," Dee said, nose wrinkled. "He totally broke the foundation.

Le persone più belle, quelle veramente belle, sia dentro che fuori, sono proprio quelle meno consapevoli dell'effetto che hanno sugli altri. Chi va in giro a vantarsi in realtà non fa che svilirsi. La bellezza è passeggera, questo corpo è solo un guscio.

I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!"I cringed and stopped inside the dining room. There was no way I was going into that kitchen."I didn't eat all of it.""Oh, so it ate itself?" Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake."Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it.""Actually, I think the freezer ate it," Daemon responded dryly.

Daemon kissed me.

―Siempre he encontrado que las personas más bellas, realmente bellas por dentro y por fuera, son las que en silencio desconocen su efecto.―sus ojos buscaron los míos atentamente, y por un momento nos paramos allí, frente a frente―. ¿Por qué si eres bello debes pasártelo presumiendo? Su belleza es sólo pasajera. Es sólo una cáscara ocultando nada, excepto las sombras y el vacío.

— Ya estás acosándome otra vez, ¿no? ¿Tengo que llamar a la poli para que te ponga una orden de alejamiento? —Ni en sueños, gatita. —Sonrió—. Ah, espera, que ya salgo en ellos, ¿verdad? Puse los ojos en blanco. —Más bien apareces en mis pesadillas, Daemon.

Aquella figura era Daemon, y gruñía enfadado mientras se ponía de pie como un ángel vengador bañado en una luz celestial

So, you guyes are like us in other, uh, departments?” Deamon sat up, arching a brow. “Come again?” I felt my cheeks flush. “You know, like sex? I mean, you guys are all glowy and stuff. I don’t see how certain stuff would work.” Deamon’s lips curled into a half smile, and that was the only warning he gave. Moving unbelievably fast, I was on my back and he was above me in a flash. “Are you asking if I’m attracted to human girls?” he asked. Dark, wet waves of hair fell forward. Tiny droplets of water fell off the ends, splashing against my cheek. “Or are you asking if I’m attracted to you?” Using his hands, he lowered himself slowly. There wasn’t an inch of space between our bodies. Air fled my lungs at the contact of his body against mine. He was male and ripped in all the places I was soft. Being this close to him was startling, causing an array of sensations to zing through me. I shivered. Not from the cold, but from how warm and wonderful he felt. I could feel every breath he took, and when he shifted his hips, my eyes went wide and I gasped. Oh yeah, certain stuff was definitely working. Daemon rolled off me, onto his back beside me. “Next question?” he asked, voice deep and thick. I didn’t move. I stared wide-eyed at the blue-skies. “You could’ve just told me, you know?” I looked at him. “You didn’t have to show me.” “And what fund would there be in telling you?” He turned his head toward me. “Next question, Kitten?” “Why do you call me that?” “You remind me of a little fuzzy kitten, all claws and no bite.

Necesitaba recuperar la compostura. O conseguir una cámara e inmortalizar ese momento: seguro que me pagarían un buen dinero por un vídeo de él. Seguro que me haría rica… Siempre que Daemon no abriera la boca, claro.

A wicked smile played over his lips. "Maybe we can try making out again. See what that will do to this trace. It seemed to work last time." My body liked the idea. I, however, did not. "Yeah, that;s not going to happen again." "It was just a suggestion." "One that will never. Happen," I bit out each word deliberately. "Again." "Don't act like you didn't have as much fun-" I smacked him in the chest hard. He only laughed, and I started to push off, but...wait. I pressed my hand against his chest as I stared at him. Daemon arched a brow."Are you feeling my up, Kat?I'm liking where this is heading.

Aquel chico no iba a traerme nada bueno… pero no podía respirar. Nuestros labios estaban tan cerca que quería aproximarme para que se encontrasen a medio camino. Quería saber si eran tan suaves como parecían… —¡Hola, chicos! —exclamó Dee. Daemon se echó hacia atrás rápidamente, dejando un buen trecho entre nosotros, para que pasara el aire.

Daemon arched a brow. “Are you feeling me up, Kat? I’m liking where this is heading.

Sin quitarme los ojos de encima, acercó aún más su pupitre. - ¿Sabes una cosa? - ¿Qué? - Que he entrado en tu blog. Ay, Dios. ¿Cómo lo había encontrado? Un momento; la pregunta que debía hacerme era la siguiente: ¿por qué lo había encontrado? Mi blog no podía buscarse a través de Google...Estaba flipando en colores. - Ya estás acosándome otra vez, ¿no? ¿Tengo que llamar a la poli para que te ponga una orden de alejamiento? - Ni en sueños, gatita - Sonrió - Ah, espera, que ya salgo en ellos, ¿verdad? Puse los ojos en blanco. - Más bien apareces en mis pesadillas, Daemon. (pág.154) - ¿Me estás preguntando si me atraen las humanas? - dijo. El pelo le caía hacia delante en ondas. Unas gotitas de agua le recorrían los mechones y acababan salpicándome la mejilla - ¿O si eres tú la que me atrae? Con las manos apoyadas en la roca, fue acercándose a mí lentamente. Muy pronto nos separaban sólo unos milímetros...Sentía su respiración como si fuera la mía, y cuando movió las caderas abrí los ojos y ahogué un grito. Vaya que si funcionaba la cosa...Me despejó la duda de un plumazo. (pág. 240) - Sí que es importante el helado - dije. - Es mi vida entera.- Dee tiró el monedero a Daemon, pero erró el objetivo - ¡Y tú me lo has quitado! (pág. 258 NUNCA TE METAS ENTRE DEE Y SU COMIDA, Y MENOS SI SE TRATA DE HELADO) - ¿Lo estás pasando bien con...Ash? - ¿Y tú con tu amiguito el pulpo? Me mordí el larbio. - Qué simpático eres, como siempre. ... - Estás...muy guapa, por cierto. Demasiado guapa para estar con ese idiota. Me sonrojé y bajé la vista. - ¿Te has tomado algo? - Pues no, la verdad. ¿Por qué me lo preguntas, si puede saberse? - Porque nunca me dices nada agradable. - Touché. (pág. 303) - Recuérdame...que no te haga enfadar nunca más ¡La leche! ¿Eres agente secreto en tus ratos libres? ... Me recorrió la espalda con sus brazos y hundió una mano en los rizos que se me habían soltado del moño. - No me has hecho caso - susurró contra mi hombro. - Nunca te hago caso. (pág. 327) Daemon murmuró algo en un idioma desconocido. Era una lengua dulce y bonita. Mágica. De otro planeta. Podría haberlo despertado, pero no lo hice sin saber demasiado bien por qué. La emoción que sentía por el contacto con su piel era más fuerte que todo lo demás. Daemon tenía una mano en el borde de mi camiseta, y los dedos encima del pedazo de piel que había entre el borde de la camiseta y la cinturilla de los pantalones de pijama. La mano empezaba a abrirse paso por debajo de la camiseta, a través de mi estómago, en la parte en que este empieza a descender. El pulso se me desbocó. Me rozó las costillas con la punta de los dedos. Su cuerpo se movió y sentí su rodilla contra mí. (pág. 338) O.O o_O OMG - Gatita - Ni aunque fueras el último ser con aspecto humano sobre la faz de la Tierra ¿Ahora lo entiendes? ¿Capiche? ... - Ademñas, no me atraes nada - Mentira podrida - Pero vamos, nada de nada. Eres... De repente Daemon estaba delante de mí, a apenas un centímetro de mi rostro. - ¿Qué soy? - Ignorante -¿Y qué más? - Prepotente, controlador...-...- Y un...cretino. - Venga ya, gatita, seguro que puedes hacerlo mejor - ... - Todavía no me creo que no te sientas atraída por mí. (pág. 360) - Seguro que hasta sueñas conmigo - Bajó la vista hacia mis labios y sentí que se despegaban - Seguro que escribes mi nombre en tus libretas, una y otra vez, rodeado por un corazoncito. Me reí. - En tus sueños, Daemon. Eres la última persona a la que... Daemon me besó (pág.361) Una sonrisa pícara se le asomó a los labios. - ¿Te das cuenta de que me encantan los retos? Me reí entre dientes y me volví hacia la puerta mientras le dedicaba un gesto grosero con el dedo corazón. - Y a mí, Daemon; y a mí. (pág. 414)

- Nunca vuelvas a llamarme así - le espeté. - Es mejor que llarmarle <> a alguien, ¿no? - Salió por la puerta - Qué visita tan estimulante. La recordaré mucho tiempo. Aquello ya era suficiente. - ¿Sabes qué? Tienes toda la razón. Mira que llamarte tarado...Esa es una palabra que no te define bien - le dije sonriendo - <> te pega más. - Conque <>, ¿eh? - repitió - Eres un encanto. Levanté el dedo corazón. (pág.20) Eran más de la una, pero parecía que Daemon acabara de levantarse. Llevaba los tejanos arrugados y el pelo enmarañado. Hablaba con alguien por teléfono mientras se pasaba la mano por la mandíbula. - ¿Tu hermano no tiene camisetas o qué? - le pregunté mientras cogía la pala. - Me temo que no. No las lleva ni en invierno. Siempre va por ahí medio desnudo - refunfuñó - Es bastante incómodo tener que verlo así todo el día, enseñando tanta...carne ¡Qué grima! A ella le daría grima, pero a mí...me alteraba bastante. Me puse a cavar hoyos en lugares estratégicos mientras notaba que se me secaba la garganta. Tenia una cara perfecta, un cuerpo de ensueño y una mala leche espectacular. Las tres reglas de oro de cualquier tío macizo, vaya. (pág. 39) - Tienes una cabecita bastante sucia, gatita. Pestañeé. <> - ¿Qué has dicho? - Que tienes la cabeza sucia - repitió en voz baja. Sabía que Dee no podía oírle -, llena de tierra. ¿Qué creías que quería decir? - Nada -...Tener a Daemon tan cerca no me reconfortaba en absoluto - Es normal ensuciarse cuando plantas. Los labios le temblaron un instante. - Hay muchas maneras de ensuciarse. Aunque no tengo la intención de mostrártelas. (pág.46) - Me da a mí que te has mojado tú más que el coche. Nunca pensé que lavar un coche pudiera ser tan complicado pero, después de observarte durante los últimos quince minutos, creo que deberían convertirlo en deporte olímpico. - ¿Estabas observándome? - Qué grima. Y qué morbo. ¡No! de morboso, nada. (pág.51) - Pues sí ¿Y tú siempre te quedas mirando a los tíos cuando llamas a su puerta para preguntar por una dirección? - ¿Siempre abres la puerta medio desnudo? - Pues sí. Y no has respondido a mi pregunta. ¿Siempre pegas esos repasos? Las mejillas me ardían. (pág.53) - Hasta mañana a medio día, gatita. - Te odio - resoplé. - El sentimiento es mutuo - Me miró por encima del hombro - Me juego veinte pavos a que llevas bañador y no biquini. Era insufrible. (Pág. 62) - ¿Que no confía en mi? ¿Y qué tiene que confiarme, tu virtud? Se le escapó otra carcajada y tardó unos momentos en poder contestar. - Pues claro; no le gustan las chicas guapas que están coladitas por mi. - ¿Qué? - ... - Estás de broma, ¿no? - ¿A qué parte te refieres? - preguntó- - ¡A todas! - Venga ya. No me digas que no sabes que eres guapa. ¿No te lo ha dicho ningún chico antes? (pág.90) - Creo que estás condenada a estar conmigo un rato más. - Seguro que parezco un gato remojado. - Estás bien. La lluvia te favorece. Fruncí el ceño. - Ya me estás mintiendo otra vez. Sentí que su cuerpo se movía junto al mío y, sin mediar palabra, me rozó la barbilla con los dedos y me atrajo hacia él. En sus labios se dibujó una sonrisa torcida. - No te miento; te lo dijo en serio. (pág.101) - Bueno...Ya llegó el innombrable. A Dee le dio un ataque de risa que hizo que toda la cafetería nos mirara. - ¡Me parto! Me hundí en la butaca. Desde la mañana en que Dee y él me habían preparado el desayuno, me había evitado y a mí me daba igual. ... Seguramente Daemon era físicamente el hombre más perfecto que jamás había visto - su cara haría las delicias de cualquier retratista -, pero a la vez tenía bastantes papeletas para ser el cretino más grande sobre la faz de la Tierra. (pág.145)

Demek yavşağın bir ismi vardı. Daemon. Tam ona göre bir isimdi ve tabii kız kardeşi de onun kadar çekici olacaktı. Neden olmasındı? Kayıp modellerin memleketi Batı Virginia'ya hoş geldiniz.

Daemon gergin bir şekilde güldü. "Ne düşündüğünü görebiliyorum. Aklını okuyabildiğimden falan değil, yüzünden okunuyor. Tehlikeli olduğumu düşünüyorsun." Bir de öküz ve seksi olduğunu düşünüyordum ama bunu kabul etmiyordum. Uzaylı bir yaşam formu mu? Başımı iki yana salladım. "Delilik bu ama senden korkmuyorum.

Las personas que son hermosas de verdad, por dentro y por fuera, son aquellas que no son conscientes del efecto que tienen sobre los demás” - Daemon Black

Doesn't he own a shirt?" I ask, grabbing a spade. Unfortunately, I don't think so. Not even in the winter. He's always running around half-dressed.

Unknown Caller? Now? I almost ignored it, but I grabbed it and answered anyway. "Hello?" "Are you out of your freaking mind?" Daemon yelled into the phone. I winced. "This has to be the stupidest thing-" "Shut up, Daemon!

Matthew, if you value the ability to walk, I wouldn´t go there." Weirded out to the max, I stepped to the side. "I think I should go." "I´m thinking Matthew should go," Daemon said.

Am I interrupting?" Blake asked. "Yes, Bart, you are always interrupting," Daemon responded.

Unknown Caller? Now? I almost ignored it, but I grabbed it and answered anyway. "Hello?" "Are you out of your freaking mind?" Daemon yelled into the phone. I winced. "This has to be the stupidest thing-" "Shut up, Daemon!” I screeched. The tires swerved a little into the other lane. "It´s done. Okay? Is Dee okay?" "Yes, Dee´s okay. But you´re not! We´ve lost him, and since Dee said you´re glowing like a goddamn full moon right now, I´m betting he´s after you." Fear spiked my heart rate. "Well, that was the plan." "I swear on every star in the sky, I´m goign to strangle you when I get my hands on you.

Instead of a helmet, Skarssen wore a tight-fitting leather mask fashioned in the form of some hideous amalgam of wolf and daemon, lacquered and pierced with fragments of stone. His eyes shone through the mask, cold flint to match the grey of his armour, and a black-bladed axe with an edge like napped obsidian was sheathed across his back.