Most fathers don't threaten to disembowel their daughter's boyfriends." "That's not true. And anyway, that's not what I actually said. It was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you." "Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
As I’d observed, it was clear that Rose was willing to do anything and fight anyone to protect her friend. I admired… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. "Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose you can't go." This time the sadness in Lissa's voice was mirrored though the bond, flooding into me. "It's not that… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet. "I'm Rose Hathaway. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Don't worry know what you can't change. rest when you can so you'll be ready for tomorrows battle.” — richelle mead Copy Share Image
Rose: "I was testing dorm security. It sucks." Dimitri: "You must be freezing. Do you want my coat?" Rose: "I'm fine. What… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“One of the guardians distracted Ryan while the other - Dimitri, I now saw grabbed Camille. She screamed, not faking her fear.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Yeah. Rose." Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. "She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose!" I looked to my right and saw Adrian cutting across the lawn toward me, oblivious to the slush's effects on his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian Ivashkov: "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I should go," I said thickly. "Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for...talking." I started to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“the rest of the guardians are all checking out the explosion," I realised. Pieces began coming together-including Lissa's lack of surprise over… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Come on,"he said, gesturing toward the exit. "let's take a walk." "Where?" "It doesn't matter. We just need you calmed down or… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“My dearest Rose, One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“A pale, slightly luminescent form materialized in front of us. Mason. He looked the same as ever-or did he? The usual sadness… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I sprang toward him with the stake, hoping to catch him by surprise. But Dimitri was hard to catch by surprise. And… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Don't cut it," he said gruffly. "But no one'll see my tattoos if I don't." "Wear it up." -Dimitri, Rose, Dimitri — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What do you mean it wasn't anything? Didn't the earth move or the planets align or something? -Rose to Lissa on sleeping… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Culinary science? You elected culinary science? That's the most brainless class ever. -Rose to Christian — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You see something you like?" I asked, echoing something I'd said to him ling ago, when he'd caught me in a compromising… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I had Lissa's number memorized and I sent her the following note: I know what you're going to do, and it is… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You're beautiful in battle. ... Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." "Funny. That is kind of why… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You don’t have… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I always love it whenever Rose delivers one of her witty one-liners—particularly when it’s a completely serious situation. The contrast always amuses… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He'd barely seen me coming, and despite the horribleness of what I'd just done, I kind of wished one of my instructors… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose and Dimitri moved almost as one entity, like a matched pair of wolfes or lions, both wary and deadly as they… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did." I frowned, "What's that?" "Homework. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Guys do ridiculous things for love." Adrian reached into his pocket and held up a pack of cigarettes. "Do you know how… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask. He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to burn in… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,” Peter explained, “but that we should go ahead and draw for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time. — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“I watched, enthralled, as he painted a large silver heart with flames edging one side. The whole design was Celtic in style. It was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“I loved Aeson. You have no idea what love is.” “Oh, I do. I know that it’s the best high and the worst hurt… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn't know how to drive?" "Isn't it obvious, Sage? No, of course it… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Everything I’d fought for, every challenge, every victory … all of it was empty if anything happened to him. Without him, I wouldn’t have… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Is it true? You had a clean getaway and risked it all for me?" I Swallowed. "It wouldn't have been a clean getaway without… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experienced before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but they were… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Sydney Katherine Sage,” he said, his green eyes full of love and earnestness. “Would you do a brooding, deadbeat Moroi the honor of being… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
