If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Surely I must be a princess in an enchanted sleep. Any day now, this dream-no, nightmare would end, and I’d get my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lisa. "I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I took a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?" There was a long, pregnant pause. "What about the man in the dream?"… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“A dream doesn't mean anything. I dreamed the other night that I went riding on a dinosaur.” — 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
The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Then it's settled," I said. "We'll do a dream conference call." That love and rapture faltered. "Wait. How is it settled? How… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Good God," I said. "This is the most stereotypical vampire food ever." "Only if it was raw. What do you think?" "It's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
She didnʹt know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasnʹt a dream—and dear God,… — 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
What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lissa. "I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It matters to me. That's what you don't get. You can't understand. You can't understand what it's like knowing what I did.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules. She… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore. "… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
None of it seems real. Who knows? Maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s actually happening to someone else. Maybe it’s something I imagined.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I stood up angrily. “Look, I’m done talking to you tonight. Will you let me out of this dream? I’m not telling… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian: I can visit people in their dreams. Christian: Stop. I can feel there is a comment coming on about how women… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you… — 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
