“Hey, he's awesome. A little unstable, but awesome. We got along great." Adrian opened the door to the building we were seeking.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I followed along because really, it was hard to say no to Dimitri Belikov about anything.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Perfume can be good . . . especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry." - Adrian Ivashkov” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Thank you for sending my imagination to a place it can never return from.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Art doesn't have to make sense, little dhamphir. Besides, I'm supposed to be crazy, right?” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And he has so much, Sydney. So much feeling. He feels everything so strongly— love, grief, anger. His emotions are up and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“This isn’t a real marriage." “Not according to the state of Nevada,” I said cheerfully. “We’ve got the paperwork to prove it.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Spells? Magic? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I drink blood and control people’s minds. But I’ve never heard of anything like… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I suck,” I said, after several minutes of uncomfortable silence into our drive. “Is that some kind of vampire joke?” Trey asked.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there. Don't let them… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened. I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey. ” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You’re better than this, Adrian. Whatever the reason, you’re better than it. Don’t trick yourself into thinking you’re weaker than you are” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Nothing will get you anywhere with me," I exclaimed. "I don't know about that." He put on an introspective look that was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Callistanas aren’t so bad either,” I said, looking down at my satchel. “That ‘pain in the ass’ screeching saved me from a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders . The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why?… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“What do you think, little dhampir? I was pretty badass with that plant, wasn’t I? Of course, it would have been more… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“An image of Sydney's face appeared in my mind's eye, calm and lovely. I believe in you. My anxiety faded. I took… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He stared at me for several heavy seconds and then laughed—though there wasn't much humor in it. "You know what's great? You'reserious.… — 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
“I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“It was with some surprise that I saw that the person waiting for me at the airport's exit was Adrian. A grin… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“-Well, well, look what you dragged up. You could’ve saved yourself the money on the flowers and just brought me him. Been… — richelle mead Copy Share Image
“I see how it is,” I snapped. “You were all in favor of me breaking the tattoo and thinking on my own—but… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I'm done with the pouting," he said. "Done with being moody—well, I mean, I'm always a little moody. That's what Adrian Ivashkov's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“So, " Nathan said, attention focused on Adrian, "now that Vasilisa's graduated, what are you going to do with yourself? You aren't… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I wrote back with a quick message: How do you know about 24601? I refuse to believe you read the book. You… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you. 'Rose is in red But never… — Adrian Ivashkov Copy Share Image
“Did you know," he said slowly, "That Victor Dashkov is sitting on your bed?" "Yeah," I said. "It was kind of a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian, we hashed this out! Everything's gone perfectly until now. Why would you even think about deviating from the plan?' 'Um, because… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
