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From Night Pleasures (Kyrian's book) - where Talon makes his first appearance:
As she [Amanda] waited for sight or sound of Kyrian, a motorcycle flew through Tabitha’s yard and slid to a screeching halt next to the walkway.
Moving like lightning, a man pulled his black helmet off, tossed it to the ground, then ran toward the house so fast she couldn’t even make out his features.
…
Amanda looked up to see the man who had arrived on the motorcycle. He was every bit as handsome as Hunter, yet there was something etheral about him. Mystical.
His blond hair was cut short except for two long braids that fell from his left temple down to the middle of his chest. He wore a zipped up jacket that had red and gold Celtic scrollwork painted all over it and a thick gold torc around his neck.
Nick gave her an amused grin. “I should have warned you, ancient warriors tend not to think much about nudity. Clothing is a modern hang-up none of them seem to have.” He looked at Talon. “Celt, put some clothes on before you shock her.”
Talon growled at him. “Why? I’m going back to bed. Take what you need and lock the door behind you.” He paused at his futon in the back corner and raked a hungry look over Amanda. “Of course, if you want to leave Amanda, I might be persuaded to stay up for a bit and be sociable.”
Nick scoffed. “Damn, Talon, can’t you go an hour without a woman?”
“One is no problem. It’s when I get to two or three that I get antsy.” Talon returned to lie down on the black futon. He rolled over on his side and closed his eyes.
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From Night Embrace (Talon's book):
“Are you sure I will feel nothing?”
Acheron nodded. “I can teach it to you only if you listen.”
“Then teach me well, Sorcerer. Teach me well.”
Having banished most of his emotions fifteen hundred years ago, there were only three things Talon allowed himself to enjoy anymore: loose women, hot chicory coffee, and phone calls with Wulf.
In that order.
Though to be fair, there were times when Wulf’s friendship did mean more to him than a cup of coffee.
“Spoken like a true Norseman,” Talon said into his cell phone. “What you need, my brother, is a mead hall filled with serving wenches and Vikings ready to battle their way into Valhalla."
Talon adjusted his black Ray-Ban Predator sunglasses as he watched a group of women walk past on the street nearby.
“… I tell you, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried to find a decent one-night stand in seventh-century Britain.”
Even more impressive was the tribal body tattoo that covered the entire left side of his torso, including his left arm. It was a glorious maze of Celtic artwork that reminded her [Sunshine] of the Book of Kells. And unless she missed her guess, it was designed as a tribute to the Celtic war goddess, the Morrigán.
Without thought, she ran her hand over his tattoo, tracing the intricate design.
His right arm had a matching three-inch band of scroll-work around the biceps.
…and the earth would stand still and shatter before Talon ever put denim on his body.
A knock sounded on the door.
…
He stepped to the door and opened it to see Kyrian and Julian standing on the other side.
They both gaped as they caught sight of him standing virtually naked in the loft.
Talon quickly slammed the door shut.
Kyrian roared with laughter. Talon cringed.
“C’mon Tally,” Kyrian teased from the other side. “Don’t you want your clothes, your keys? Oh wait, how about some dignity?”
…
By his expression, Talon could tell that Julian wanted to laugh too, but he was trying hard not to. Talon appreciated it.
Kyrian on the other hand, wasn’t so kind. “Nice knees, bud, but the hairy legs could use a Bush Hog.”
“They’re the Celtic symbols for protection, power, and longevity.” Talon clenched his teeth at the irony. His uncle had had no idea what was awaiting his nephew when he had placed those markings on his skin. Just how long his life would be.
Thank the gods he had his Pez. Grabbing Snoopy, he quickly popped three Pez cubes into his mouth to kill the taste.
“How can you eat that?” she [Sunshine] asked. “It’s nothing but flavored sugar.”
“Yes, but it’s good sugar.”
“No one messes with my girl.”
"...Whenever you're around, everything else fades from my notice."
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From Dance with the Devil (Zarek's book):
He [Zarek] still didn't know why he'd helped her [Sunshine] and Talon.
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For love, Talon had almost died so that Sunshine could live. For love, Sunshine had bartered her soul to free Talon.
...
He [Zarek] understood that now. Knew why Talon had been willing to die for Sunshine.
Astrid touched parts of him he'd never known existed. His heart. His soul. She took him to heights unimaginable.
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From Kiss of the Night (Wulf's book - Wulf is Talon's best friend):
"I [Wulf] think I'll go insult Talon for a while."
Talon answered his cell phone at the same time Wulf logged on to the Dark-Hunters' private message boards.
"Hey, little girl," Wulf said tauntingly, switching to his headset so that he couid type and talk at the same time. "I got your 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' T-shirt today. You're not funny and I don't work cheap. I expect a lot of money for what I do."
Talon scoffed. "Little girl? You better lay off or I'll come up there and kick your Viking ass."
"That threat might carry some weight if I didn't know how much you hate the cold."
Talon laughed deep in his throat.
"So what are you up to tonight?" Wulf asked.
"About six feet five."
Wulf groaned. "You know, that crappy joke doesn't get funnier every time I hear it."
"Yeah, I know. But I live only to harass you."
"And you succeed so well. You been taking lessons from Chris?"
He heard Talon cover the phone with his hand and order black coffee and beignets.
Wulf leaned back in his chair as he read through the postings of his fellow Dark-Hunters. It was comforting to know he wasn't the only one who was bored out of his mind in between assignments.
Since Dark-Hunters couldn't gather together physically without draining each others' powers, the Internet and phones were the only way they could share information and stay in touch.
Technology was a godsend to them.
"Man," Wulf said, "is it just me or do the nights seem to be getting longer?"
"Some are longer than others." Talon's chair squeaked over the phone. No doubt the Celt was leaning back in it to scope out some woman walking past his table. "So, what has you down?"
"I'm restless."
"Go get laid."
He snorted at Talon's stock answer for everything. Worse, he knew the Celt really believed sex was a cure-all for any ailment.
He [Wulf] was glad Kyrian and Talon had found their wives. They were good men.
How he wished he could be granted such a blessing.
Wulf sat on the couch with Cassandra beside him. Erik slept peacefully in his mother's arms, oblivious to the violence and deaths that had occurred tonight.
Oblivious to the fact that the world the baby was just coming to know had almost ended.
Since they had returned home, Wulf had refused to let either one of them out of his sight.
Chris was helping Talon bandage his arm, which had gotten shredded by one of the Daimons. Julian sat with an ice pack on the back of his head while Kyrian poured peroxide over his bloodied knuckles, into a bowl.
Zarek stood like a statue against the wall by the hallway that led to the kitchen. He, alone, appeared unscathed by the fighting.
"You know," Kyrian said, pausing long enough to hiss as he poured alcohol over the peroxide. "The fighting was a lot easier when I was immortal."
Talon snorted. "I still am immortal and I'm pretty banged up. That was a hell of a fight."
The phone rang.
...
The phone rang again.
"What is it?" Chris snapped. "A full moon?"
"Yes," all the men said at once.
"Oh." Chris answered it, then handed it over to Kyrian.
"Hello?" Kyrian said. "Oh, hi, hon. No, I'm okay." He cringed a bit. "No, hunting was good. We'll... uh... we'll be home tomorrow."
He paused, then glanced to Julian. "What head wound?" He cringed even more. "No, tell Grace, Julian is fine. Just a little bump. We're all fine."
Wulf laughed at the way the ex-Dark-Hunter was squirming.
"Yeah, okay, will do. Love you too. Bye." Kyrian hung up the phone and let his gaze go to everyone. "Jeez, never marry a psychic woman." He looked at Talon, then Julian. "Guys, we're so screwed. The women know we didn't go hunting."
Zarek made a rude noise at that. "You think? What idiot came up with that lie?"
"I'm not an idiot," Talon snapped. "And it's not like I lied. I just omitted what exactly we were hunting and where we were doing it."
Zarek made another noise of disagreement. "Like your wives wouldn't know better?" He glanced to Kyrian. "When was the last time Mr. Armani hunted something that didn't have a price tag on it?" His gaze then went to Julian. "Oh, and the loafers and trousers are perfect camouflage."
"Shut up, Zarek," Talon snapped.
...
"You know," Talon said. "It really pisses me off that he's a god now."
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From Night Play (Vane's book):
There was something seriously wrong with anyone who wanted to live out here in
this swamp. At last he [Vane] had confirmation that Talon of the Morrigantes was a
first-rank idiot.
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From Seize the Night (Valerius's book):
"I [Tabitha] was only thirteen when the first group of Daimons attacked me. I would be dead now if Talon hadn't saved me."
Tabitha looked past the Daimon horde to see a cavalry. Julian, Talon, and Kyrian were coming in, weapons drawn. She'd never been happier to see any of them. Alone each one of the blond men was dangerous. Together, they were invincible.
"It's all right, Tabitha," Valerius said from behind her. "This is a confrontation that's been a long time coming."
"Talon," Tabitha said, glancing over to the tall blond Celt who was standing behind his Greek friends. As always, Talon was dressed like a biker in a black motorcycle jacket, T-shirt, and leather pants. His hair was cut short except for two thin braids that hung from his left temple. "Are you going to help me?"
Talon grimaced. "Unfortunately, yes." He moved to stand with her.
"Celt-" Kyrian snarled.
His face determined, Talon crossed his arms over his chest.
Talon let out a slow breath. "Man, I wouldn't have thought anything could bring down Ash. Not like this."
Ash moved toward Nick, but before he could take more than two steps Simi was between them.
Tabitha cringed as Ash let out an agonized cry.
"You were never to have carnal knowledge!" he said to his demon.
While the rest of them feared for their lives, Simi was completely unperturbed by his anger.
"Why not?" Simi asked. "Everyone else has it."
Ash raked his hands through his black hair. "Because, dammit, Simi, now you'll be like everyone else. I'll never have any peace from you."
Simi screwed her face up as if that was the most disgusting thing she'd ever heard. "Pah-lease, akri. You got a big opinion of yourself. That just sick. You been hanging out with that heifer too long. Bleh! I mean, you a good-looking person and all, but you ain't no Travis Fimmel. Now, he's fine. But honestly, the Simi didn't like all that heaving and sweating very much. It seems like an awful lot of work for such a short amount of pleasure. Personally, I'd rather go shopping. It much more fun and you don't have to shower afterward. Well, not unless you go someplace dirty, but most malls are really clean nowadays."
Nick opened his mouth as if to refute her words, but was cut off by Talon, who shook his head.
"Boy," Talon said sharply. "Be damned glad you suck in bed and take the out she's offering you before you lose your life."
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