“Easy there, Sage. I’m no gun-toting crazy guy. Crazy, yes. But not the rest.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It’s easy to want peace and love in hypothetical situations—then reality sets in, and sometimes we have to do what’s ugly. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You’re a solid person, Sage. You’re easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It’s as easy as we choose to make it,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “At least, this decision is. Nothing’s… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
To my surprise, I recognized Dimitri Belikov-Rose's boyfriend-among those doing crowd control. He was easy to spot since he was almost always… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
A gun I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought. I’d spent my life focusing… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You're not as much of a lost cause as she was. I mean, with her, I had to overcome her deep, epic… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sydney, I'm so happy to see you again. If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know. And you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Ah, well,ʺ said Abe, idly studying his fingertips. ʺI have it on good authority thereʹs going to be a new ‘gateʹ opening… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I eyed Dimitri, recalling a shadow in my periphery back in the ballroom. "You followed when I jumped in front of Lissa,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
We’re suckers for this, Sydney. Men. You’ve got me completely helpless right now. You’re so beautiful and alluring, and we guys can’t… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one… — 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
