VAMPIRE ACADEMY: Rose- See something you like? Dimitri- Get dressed. LAST SACRIFICE: Rose- See something you like? Dimitri- Lots — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“It does. This is how it should have been anyway.' I caught my breath as he kissed my neck, teeth grating my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“As amusing as it was to see him lovestruck, we had to stay on track. I snapped my fingers in front of… — 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
Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Oh, man. You’re him. The cute and brooding vampire boyfriend.” “She said I was cute and brooding?” I asked. “Never mind. Why… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead… — 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
Dimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that—it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He smiled and tapped my nose. "Two thank-yous in as many days. I don't suppose I'll get to see any, uh, special… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my… — 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… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Tawny," I barked. My voice held the authority of a drill sergeant. She jumped. "I am NOT making out with you until… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian gave the picture a nod of approval before handing me the phone. "Okay, even I can admit that's pretty cute." I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“So, Zoe told me today that—” “Wait. Are you going to talk like that?” I glanced down and realized he was referring… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Whoa." Adrian leapt up and rushed to Jill's side. "You need to let this go. What, are you going to start a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Unexpected treat," he said. His eyes fell on Marcus and widened. "I'll be damned. You found him." "Thanks to you," I said.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Thanks. And I’ll give Brayden a talking-to so he doesn’t try anything on Thursday.” My mind was still full of Latin and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Rose, I have all sorts of reasons to want you. I haven't been able to stay away from you since I saw… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Well...what did you promise exactly? Not to tell anyone that Eric Dragomir had a mistress and baby?" Sonya nodded. "And not to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I don't remember you being this reasonable before, " Lissa said. "It's because everyone has different definitions of 'reasonable. ' Mine's just… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
From behind Lissa, I heard Christian say, "Worst. Timing. Ever." Adrian studied Lissa and then looked at Christain sprawling on the bed… — 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
“You know what would help?" I asked, not meeting his eyes. "Hmm?" "If you turned off this crap music and put on… — 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
“He burst in the door like he'd expected to find us, and in that horrible moment, with him raging like a storm,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“We can't..." he told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time, I knew there… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Of course it's jealousy," said Adrian nonchalantly. "What do you expect? The former love of your life comes back—from the dead, no… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“The spell. Victor said you had to want me... to care about me... for it to work." When he didn't say anything,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And what makes you so certain I won't enlighten the world about your romantic indiscretions?" "Because it won't save you from prison.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You need to come with us right now," one of the queen's guards said. "If you resist, we'll take you by force."… — 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
“Niphon, standing with a glass of wine, regarded me with curious amusement as I headed straight for him.Considering I usually avoided him… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Oh. My. God. You're Rose Hathaway aren't you?" "Yeah." I said with surprise. "Do you know me?" "Everyone knows you. I mean,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Ms. Terwilliger didn’t have a chance to respond to my geological ramblings because someone knocked on the door. I slipped the rocks… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“We aren't fighting right now." I blurted out. He gave me a sidelong look. "Do you want to fight?" "No. I hate… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Come on, Hathaway," he said, taking my arm. "You can be my partner. Let’s see what you’ve been doing all this time."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian looked over at me again. “Who knows more about male weakness: you or me?” “Go on.” I refused to directly answer… — 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