“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
“I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“What'd did I tell you?" muttered Adrian. He has no fuzzy affection for his father. "De-lightful.” — 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
“I wasn’t aware of just how close he’d moved to me until now. So many details came into focus. The shape of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Angeline flushed. “It’s not my fault.” “Even I know you can’t write an entry on Wikipedia and then use it as a… — 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
“Didn’t need to see your aura.” He tapped my forehead. “You get a cute little frown there when you’ve got something bothering… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Your mom seems like someone who gets her way a lot." Adrian cast a covert look to where Lissa and my mom… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Of course they didn't give us this much, Sage. But I had to make sure I nailed my first assignment. Takes a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“No," he said. "I don't want you to suffer. Much. But the next time you're in bed with Belikov, stop a moment… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Are you okay with what we ordered?” Angeline asked him. “You didn’t pipe up with any requests.” Neil shook his head, face… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“That perked Jill up. “Maybe if the atmosphere’s romantic enough, you guys can—” “No, Jailbait.” I held up a hand. “Don’t go… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Make me an offer, " I said at last. "Write it up, and give me a point-by-point outline of why you're a… — 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
“Hey, Ivashkov! Open up. " Avery argued. She kept pounding on the door and yelling, and finally, Adrian answered. His hair stuck… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Oh,” he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. “It’s you.” “You were expecting someone else?” I asked. “Am I interrupting… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“What is it with you and girls, Adrian, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It's always an… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“We will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you." "You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I know I'm not supposed to say this,” he said. “But I think I love you more than ever.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. 'Just something kicking around in my head. Reminds me of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I nodded, mollified. “Okay, I can roll with that. And then after that, I suppose it’s just a matter of time until… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
