He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He can go to a boardroom meeting . . . he's very proper now." - Sydney Sage” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things— — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Different time, different place,” I said. “Things can change. People can change. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sydney: Ever had that happen? Once you can’t have something, you want it that much more.” Adrian: “Yes. It happens all the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
God,” I moaned. “Do they use that stuff as rocket fuel?” “No one made you keep drinking it.” “Hey, don’t get preachy.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I had an accident." "That seemes to happen a lot." "It wasn't my fault." "It never is." "I just have bad luck."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“No matter how long or how difficult, we will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you." I managed a wavering… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Plus it'll give you a chance to get us a wedding present. We're not registered anywhere, but we could seriously use some… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. "Who the hell looks at you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The Alchemists’ beliefs are my beliefs,” I say quickly. She arched an eyebrow. “Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“My god, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Speaking of Sonya...I was thinking of something earlier. Something Wolfe said." "Why, Adrian. Were you paying attention after all?" "Don't start,Sage," he… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
That was Sydney Sage," said Lissa. "I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose?" "That," said Abe… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He loves that you love the car more than he does and thinks it’s awesome you’re getting so good in your defense… — richelle mead Copy Share Image
“Where are you guys getting all of this?" I asked. "What does it matter if I - oh come on." We'd reached… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Isn’t it weird?” he said, glancing up as I measured salt. “All the variety that life offers? Here we sit, me reading… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Maybe everyone else thinks your aversion to food is cute- but not me. I've watched you watch Jill. Here's some tough love:… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You know how to make turkey? How would you have learnt that?" From what I knew, most dhampirs stayed nearly year-round at… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Sydney, don't leave Adrian because of me." "It's more complicated than that," I said automatically. "It's really not," she said. "From everything… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Bryan gaped, as though that was more than he'd been expecting. "Oh. Okay. Well, um, there's a silent film festival downtown next… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I'll lead you there," she whispered. "We're going on a road trip," Sydney declared. "Get ready." Dimitri and I were still standing… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And yet, you didn’t bother telling me yourself,” I snapped, still outraged. “I couldn’t! They made me promise not to.” Somehow, his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“If you went twenty-four hours without cigarettes, I'd drink a can of pop. Regular pop. The whole can." Isaw the glimmer of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian paled and went perfectly still as he stared at the newcomer, and in that moment, all my high hopes for him… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
