Harem Quotes

“I am thirsty, and very susceptible to flattery... you could talk me into anything..."

"So much for fighting the good fight," I observed dryly. "He'll have a harem within a week."

Bones watched Juan disappear down the hall, nuzzling the blonde's neck in a manner that didn't speak only of hunger. "He's a fine bloke. He'll learn."

"Learn what?" At least he can't get or pass diseases anymore, I thought. That's one advantage turning Juan into a vampire did for womankind.

Bones put an arm around me as we headed toward the exit of the flesh feast. "He'll learn that many women can satisfy for a short period of time, but when he falls in love, only one will sustain him forever."

I cast him a sideways glance "Are you trying to seduce me?"

His lips curled with promise. "Absolutely.”
― Jeaniene Frost, At Grave's End

“The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.”
― Thomas Sweeney, The Harem

“Women who go into the harem do not come out. It is a permanent position." [...]
"I am not going in as a woman. I am going in as an assassin. So we have nothing to fear.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“At a time when she was engaged to Stilton Cheesewright, I remember recording in the archives that she was tall and willowy with a terrific profile and luxuriant platinum blond-hair, the sort of girl who might, as far as looks were concerned, have been the star unit of the harem of one of the better-class sultans.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves and the Tie That Binds

“No!” Lada shook her head, eyes still wild. “I cannot go in there! If a woman enters the harem complex, she belongs to the sultan!”
Mehmed peered out the window they had climbed through, to make sure their path was clear. “I would not hold you to that, Lada, and—”
“It would not matter! Everyone would know, I would be labeled your concubine, and—”
Radu took her hand, which still hung in the air pointing accusingly at Mehmed, and squeezed it in his own. “And you would be unmarriageable? What a tragedy. I know how dearly you treasured the hope of marrying some minor Ottoman noble, dear sister.”
She finally met his eyes, hers still feverish and frenzied. “But I would be his.”
“I think our Mehmed is smart enough to know he could never claim you. Right?”
Radu’s tone was light, and he turned to Mehmed with a playful smile. Perhaps it was the dimness of the room, or the stress of the night, but Mehmed’s face was clouded with…disappointment? Hurt? Then a tight, false smile took its place, and he nodded. Radu’s own chest felt equally tight with anxiety and fear and a twisting, bitter sense of jealousy.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“Which do you want first, my queen: dick or fangs?”
― Joely Sue Burkhart, Queen Takes Knights

“Nobility passes through by blood, not by law”
― Haluk Çay, MARIA ROMANOV: After 17 July 1918

“What are you getting at?”

“You spied on me.”

Anakin sighs. “Can you blame him? You’re a wildcard.”

I glare at him. “This is an a and b conversation, c your way out of it.”

Beelzebub chuckles, sipping his tea while he watches us bicker.

“All I’m saying is, maybe he did order Betty to spy on you, but it was a smart move.”

Draven nods at Anakin. “Thanks, bro.”
― Rory Miles, Tainted Power - The Complete Series

“He wouldn't be smiling if she was going to her death," Val says, running a hand through his hair. "Fucking Seers."

Nos's frown is instant and defensive. "Don't blame themessenger."

"Fine. Fucking Fate.”
― Marie Mistry, Traitor Witch

“The other two branches are slightly more obscure. One is a stag’s skull, and the other a harp. Obviously one of them is for the dour knight and the other for the púca, but I have no idea which is which.
Is the grumpiest member of the Guard a secret musician?”
― Marie Mistry, Beyond the Faerie Gate

“There was a spectator. A man. He had mad eyes. Like Raven. Moon Face’s words resonated in her mind: “One thing is certain. Children inherit the madness of their fathers.”
― Dora Levy Mossanen, Harem

“What the hell are you three doing?" I clutch my chest and try to calm my heart. I had asked for privacy.

"We felt your power flare." Oh, they felt me lust for Mother Faerie. Just great. Now I'll never hear the end of it. I couldn’t help myself, though, she’s so powerful.

"Tell me, how would Draven feel about you hooking up with his mommy?”
― Rory Miles, Tainted Power - The Complete Series

“Weird." When she leans back into her chair, almost relived that I'm not offended by her viper wanting a little lesbian action, I try not to laugh. "Sorry, little viper, I've got enough people in my harem at the moment, but whenever a spot opens, I'll let Mara know."

She narrows her eyes at me and says, "No thanks.”
― Rory Miles, Tainted Power - The Complete Series

“You’re not part of the team because you’re the field.”

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to tell me that you’re playing me, but that’s what it sounds like.”

He scrubs his hand over his mouth, hiding a smile. “No, that’s not what I mean. What I’m trying to say is you’re the reason we’re a team. We come together for you, meeting on mutual grounds to work toward the finish line, which is making our little family a safe and happy home.”
― Rory Miles, Tainted Power - The Complete Series

“Yeah, babe. A good surprise. What kind of boyfriends do you think we are?”

“Boyfriends,” I parrot.

“Not the word you’d pick?” Anakin asks, knowing me far too well.

“It’s too simple of a word.”

He nods and rests his chin on my shoulder. “How about husbands?”

“Too human.”

“Mates?”

“What are we, werewolves?”

He chuckles. “Well then, what do you want to call us?”

I frown. “I don’t know, mine?”
― Rory Miles, Tainted Power - The Complete Series

“For most Westerners, 'harem' is a word which conjures up a heady image of some kind of closely guarded Oriental pleasure palace, filled with scantily clad nubile virgins, stretched out on pillows in languid preparation for nights of sexual adventure in a sultan's bed. It is a world of scatter cushions, jewels in the belly button, gyrating hips, and fluttering eyelashes set above gauzy yashmak (face veils). These cliches find their most vivid expression in nineteenth-century Orientalist paintings and in popular movies. This vision of Eastern sensual excess has often led scholarship to dismiss the notion of the harem as a Western fabrication, an open sesame to an Arabian Nights fantasy world. If we want to utilise the word 'harem' in its correct context and use it to consolidate some legitimate facts about royal women in the Persian empire, we must dispense with the Orientalist cliches entirely and understand what, in historical terms, a 'harem' was all about.”
― Lloyd Llewellyn-Jones

“Okay, now imagine your flame becoming smaller until it’s just the size of a candle,” Rourke guides me.
“Just like turning down the flame on a stove.”

Quade speaks up. “Yes, just like that. And now… the air is only a soft breeze.”

“And every grain of sand can fall back to its place,” Arden adds.

“Now, the water pounding in your veins is settling,” Branden”
― Yve Vale, Hexed

“And what about how she’ll be… divided?” Forrest asks gruffly. I wince at the poor word choice.

“Divided?” she asks, her tone outraged. “I’m not a pie!”
― Lacey Carter Andersen, Shadow of the Crown

“You knew,” Nilsa repeats. “Yet no one thought to mention he was a prince with assassins after him?”

“If we’re talking about keeping secrets, you might want to stop the self-righteous act, witch. If you’ll recall, you’ve not been exactly forthcoming.”
― Marie Mistry, Liar Witch

“Where’s Kier?” I realise.

“Probably with Nilsa,” Cas mutters, taking his glass gratefully. “The guy’s a borderline stalker.”

“He gets away with it because of the glamour,” Rysen says, sipping at the liquid suspiciously. “She’d kick his ass for it otherwise.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“You made a deal, Tempest.” It was Vidrol’s silky voice that spoke, edged in dark warning.

“I agreed to be your wife.” I swallowed around the words, hating the way they burned angrily through my mouth. “I never promised to only marry you.”

“You can’t—"

"Of course I can,” I snapped back. “How many women are in your harem? A hundred? More? There are no laws against taking five husbands in Fyrio.”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“It is customary that no man cross the bridge to the tower of the betrothed, except your betrothed himself,” Christian explained.

Sig coughed, a few words escaping that sounded suspiciously like “which one?”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“That’s not going to work.” It was Andel who spoke, so close to my ear that I jumped. For a moment, I thought he was replying to my thoughts, but then I opened my eyes and saw my dress flickering to life at their proximity.

“Take it off,” Helki grumbled.

“Here I was thinking our new agreement had somehow reformed you five, but no, here I am getting naked again.”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“I could believe in them. In Andel’s strange protectiveness, Vidrol’s daring hope, Vale’s strength, Fjor’s aching weakness, and the fact that Helki was … mostly still just an asshole.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“They stared at me without emotion—without recognition, almost. Even Fjor, who had dragged me beneath him, whose hot mouth had devoured mine only the night before. He narrowed his dark eyes as though he could tell I was remembering it … and he wasn’t happy about it. I smirked in response.

“Again?” Andel suddenly snapped, looking between me and Fjor, his eyes darkening in fury.

“Again?” Helki repeated, confused.

“It would seem so.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“You know exactly what I’m offering you. All of you. I’m offering the impossible. I’m giving you both of the options you deliberated over for so long. I’m offering to save this world…” I pressed my teeth together, flicking my eyes to the three figures now huddled in the corner of the room, cowering away from our tense discussion. “And I’m offering to share in the benefits,” I finally hedged. “A six-way share. A six-way partnership.”

“You can’t cram six people into a two-person carriage”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“You were a prisoner when we met.” Vidrol smirked at me. “And then you were a slave.”

“And then I won my freedom—” I started, but he cut me off with a tittering sound.

“You became an apprentice as we trained—”

“Tortured,” I corrected dully.

“But even that’s a far leap from a queen”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“Long story short,” I muttered, as Helki narrowed his eyes on us from the fence around the training yard, where he had been silently watching me train. “I … uh … well, I did the obvious. I had sex with Helki, almost killed myself because look at him, and then my Vold magic was back. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sig repeated, looking like he wanted to either laugh or throw up. “Are you going to have sex with all of them now and win your powers back one orgasm at a time?”
― Jane Washington, A Castle of Ash

“Give him a few days to realise our little wife isn’t as breakable as we feared,” Vidrol said, pulling out a chair on my other side. He winked at me. “Once he realises the possibilities, as I have, his mood will improve greatly.”

“You’re sick,” Fjor muttered.

“Terminally,”
― Jane Washington, A Castle of Ash

“Vidrol had given up his harem, and then given up sex, the one thing he apparently needed to survive, without even blinking. He had filled my house with stewards he thought I would like, and asked them to take care of me in different ways.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words