They began collecting dishes and clearing the table while Swanky sat and watched them in confusion. “Now wait a minute. I was forbidden to help and was ordered to maintain my station, but you guys are all helping.”“I don’t much believe there’s such a thing as woman’s work,” Frank said. “I’ve always brought my boys up to help out whether it’s with the cooking or cleaning. Now, their mother will give orders, and usually I’m not one to teach my children to disobey their mother, but there are times, and this is one of them, when you just don’t listen to her.” Amusement flared in Swanky’s eyes. “Ah, okay. I think I get it now. I should get my ass up and help no matter what she told me.” Frank nodded and handed him a stack of dishes. “Exactly.

— Maya Banks

Trying to drown me woman?"' You can't drown a SEAL,' she said. 'How embarrassing would that be?'' God yes. Shoot me, hang me, let me die of infection from a hangnail, but don't let me die in the water. They'd send me to hell on principle.

— Maya Banks

Twas such a useless thing. And so unnecessary. Many had suffered for the actions of a few. Wasn't that always the way of things? The collective suffered for the actions of an inept, ineffectual leader.

— Maya Banks

Wasn't that the way of the world, though? Only the strong survived, and the weak perished.

— Maya Banks

When a woman submits to a man, it's the most precious gift she can give. Herself. Unreservedly. The man has to respect and honor that gift above all else. Even if he respects nothing else in the world, he must respect the woman in his care. It's his sworn duty to protect, honor and cherish his submissive. To take care of her and provide a safe haven. Someone who would put his own needs above his woman's is no man.

— Maya Banks

When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?

— Maya Banks

Whoa, wait a minute, Coltrane. Are you proposing to me?”“Well I would if you’d let me finish,” he grumbled.

— Maya Banks

Why do you even want to be involved with me?" she asked. "I'm a complete mess. I don't have my head on straight. I'm a master at fucking up everything that's good in my life."" But you're my mess." Cole said quietly. "I don't need you to be perfect. I just need you to be you because that's who I care about.

— Maya Banks

Women were supposed to be the enigmas, but men? Moody, brooding bastards, the lot of them. A woman with PMS had nothing on a man. Where women might get hormonal once a month, men suffered their own brand of PMS on a daily basis. - Faith

— Maya Banks

Words are just words. The evidence is in how you act, how you react.

— Maya Banks