His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Hey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair… — 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
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
Do you think that's, like, REAL bacon?" I whispered to Sydney and Dimitri. "And not like squirrel or something?" "Looks real to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
No," Dimitri interrupted gently. He moved his face toward mine, our foreheads nearly touching. "It won't happen to you. You're too strong.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Naptime,ʺ said Christian, leading her toward the bed. ʺI still need a shower.ʺ ʺSleep first. Shower later.ʺ He pulled back the covers.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What's up?" Christian asked. "Need some hairstyling tips?" "Tips you stole from me? No thanks. But I hear you've got a really… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If you're Strigoi," the boy interrupted loudly, "then why don't you have horns? My friend Jeffrey said Strigoi have horns." Dimitri's eyes… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
No,''he said.''I was a Strigoi. I was one of them. I did...terrible things.'' The words were mild, but the tone of his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I don’t know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Do you go see her?" "No," I said, refusing to acknowledge that I'd just seen Lissa last night. "That's not my life… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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When you say ‘old friend,’ are we talking, like...since the Ice Age?” “No. Of course not.” “Oh.” “It’s only been about four… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Come on! Don't hold back," Christian said. "I'm not, " Lissa protested. "You are too! I've seen you knock on a door… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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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 Image
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 Image
