Reyes Quotes

“But, you're his son," I said, trying really hard to hate him. "You're the son of Satan. Literally."

"And you are the stepdaughter of Denise Davidson."

Wow. That was a bit harsh, but, "Okay, point taken.”
― Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right

“Legion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes’s skin. “Me no boy. You think me a boy?”
Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron.
Reyes was the first to find his voice. “You’re a…girl?”
A nod. “Me pretty.”
“Yes, you are.” Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. “Beautiful.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Pleasure

“There is a fine line between love and hate, or haven't you heard? Sometimes it's hard to decipher exactly which emotion is strongest."

I raised my chin. "I don't love you either."

He lowered his head and watched me from underneath his dark lashes. "Are you certain? Because the emotion pouring out of you every time I'm near you is certainly not disinterest."

"That doesn't mean it's love."

"It could be, I promise you. Take off that sweater and give me ten minutes, and you'll believe beyond a shadow of a doubt you're in love.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“He's an enigma wrapped up in sensuality padlocked with a dozen chains of desire and topped off with a razor-sharp ribbon of danger. There are more layers to him than a billionaire's wedding cake.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Bomb', Reyes said, not bothering to look up.
'One of ours?' Maddox insisted...
'Hardly. I know better than to blow myself up,' Reyes sighed.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night

“I can hear other things, too. Before you came around, I had no idea a man could make a girl scream like that. Reyes seems very talented.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“You’re the reason I breathe”
― Darynda Jones, Second Grave on the Left

“We stood there, the three of us, our jaws firmly planted on the floor. Aunt Lil recovered first. She nudged me with her elbow and said with a cackle of delight, "I think you guys should make some more of those brownies, 'cause that boy looks hungry.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Who is here with you?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Who is here with you?” he repeated, harshly this time.
“You are.”
“What is my name?”
“Reyes”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Pleasure

“You either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard."

"Seriously?"

He nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to make out with him," he suggested.

How did he know that? "I was kissing him good-bye."

He snorted and exchanged glances with the nurse. "That's not what it looked like to me."

Probably not. But what happened? Could Reyes Farrow take control over me even from a freaking coma? I was doomed.”
― Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right

“You would use your body to get what you want?"
"In a heartbeat."
He was hurt. I could feel it echo through him. He stepped closer again, leveled his face inches from mine, and whispered in the softest of voices, “Whore.”
― Darynda Jones, Second Grave on the Left

“Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?”
He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.”
“To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?”
“No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat.”
― Darynda Jones, Second Grave on the Left

“I have to know"
"What? What do you have to know?"
"What you taste like." Another step.
What happens when you know?" she rasped.
"I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Pleasure

“Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he'd been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony.”
― Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right

“Time-out,” I said. He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. “You‘re putting me in time-out?”
“Yes,” I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips.
“If I don‘t go, do I get a spanking?”
― Darynda Jones, Second Grave on the Left

“Surely my macking on some guy in an insane asylum wouldn't hurt him. He'd been living with his stalker, for heaven's sake.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“William: What are you looking for in a woman?

Reyes: I’ve found my angel, Danika. She’s all I need.

William: Really? That’s, like, weird to me. Men should need many girls. No one girl should be so important.

Reyes: How sad for you.

William: I’m not sad. You’re sad!

Reyes: Why are you so defensive about this?

William: Let’s move on. Favorite outfit?

Reyes: First, you said girls rather than women. Why is that, I wonder? Because you care about one girl in particular? Anyway, clothes are clothes. I don’t have any favorites.

William: Go to hell. I care about no one and I’m proud to admit that! Favorite moment in the series so far?

Reyes: The first time Danika looked at me with trust and acceptance in her eyes. I’m still reeling.

William: And just so you know, girl was a slip of the tongue. Now. Least favorite moment in the series?

Reyes: Every time I had to kill Maddox.

William: Really? That would have been my favorite. Anyway, hobbies?

Reyes: Do you really have to ask? Yes? Fine. Cutting myself. I’ve started to draw shapes. Like hearts.

William: You actually admitted that aloud. [snicker]

[..]

Reyes: Happy for the first time in what seems an eternity.

William: Not that you deserve it. Really, I didn’t say girl for any particular reason. So what do you think of the fact that your home has been invaded by women?

Reyes: As long as I have Danika, I don’t care who lives with us.

William: Who do you think is the smartest Lord?

Reyes: Me. Look who I picked to spend eternity with.

William: I think you’re the dumbest! Seriously, girl was meant to encompass everyone old enough to be bedded by me. Now, if you knew you only had twenty-four hours before the Hunters found Pandora’s box and killed you, what would you do in the time you had left to live?

Reyes: Not even death can keep me away from my angel. I would find a way to change such a fate. Again.

William: What kind of underwear are you wearing?

Note from William: Bastard flipped me off and left.

Final thoughts from William: Reyes’s thoughts about me and my slip of the tongue were ridiculous and unfounded!”
― Gena Showalter, Into the Dark

“He had given me so much information, I wanted some time to absorb it all, but I didn't want to leave him. Not like this. Not ever, as long as I lived. Or until I had to get back on the case. Whichever came first.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“No,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I’m afraid he will sever the spine of any boy who breaks our girl’s heart.”
“Oh,” I said, relief flooding me. But she had an incredibly well thought-out point.”
― Darynda Jones, Eighth Grave After Dark

“Dear diary," Anya muttered. "It's been three hours since I killed someone. Needless to say, life sucks. My gorgeous fiancé refuses to let me kill the most loathsome creature ever. Won't even let me give her a few superficial stab wounds. I'm thinking about breaking up with him."
"I wouldn't recommend it" Reyes replied. "He may not ask for your hand in marriage a second time."
She gasped with outrage. "Lucien. Tell him!"
'I'd ask again." Lucien told him,”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Touch

“No me importa que la mayoría de mis compañeras me recomienden a su hojalatero con cierta condescendencia, quiero cobrar mis arrugas caras a los productores para ser efectivamente vieja pero no pobre y espero que cultivando el alma nunca sea fea.”
― Patricia Reyes Spíndola

“Un hombre es mucho más que sus ropas.”
― David B. Coe

“Sangre azul rojiza

Yo, como hijo de reyes,
De príncipes y de nobles,
Todos de la alta nobleza,
Santificada por Dios, sangre divina,
O, tal vez,
¿No soy yo el propio Dios, o,
Quién sabe, estoy por encima de Él?
La metadivinidad burguesa,
Esa divinización de la suciedad más podrida,
Y miran al pueblo:
¡Oh Dios! ¿Por qué hiciste
Esa chusma insensata?
Esa masa, sonriente,
Que se bendice con felicidad,
Encuentra en las alcantarillas,
Si a mí,
Ni todo el oro africano,
Ni toda la belleza de las mujeres del Oriente
Ya no me satisfacen,
Ni el buen olor del incienso, ni los palacios,
Ah, cómo detesto a la chusma,
Mientras derramo mis lágrimas viendo tragedias,
Ellos se ríen de la comedia más burlesca,
¿Qué quieres? Oh Soberano del Mundo?
Recuérdame que provengo de estas criaturas,
Que mi blancura viene del carbón,
Que mi brillo de la oscuridad,
Que mi sangre es solo agua,
Quieres recordarme que solo soy polvo engreído,
Sabios eran los romanos,
Que en las festividades,
Los esclavos se convertían en patricios,
Y los patricios se convertían en esclavos,
Para recordar la antigua regla,
El viejo pacto lupino,
Pues todos hechos de barro,
Y lavados en sangre...
César, mi querido César,
No olvides que,
Así siempre los tiranos,
Y, así, siempre los patricios,
Todos caerán,
Y perecerán,
Pues Aquel que Vivió,
En su muerte,
Aún no ha vuelto.”
― Geverson Ampolini