It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Things on the essential list: vodka, Nine Inch Nails, a steady supply of mortal men, and an all-purpose bitchy attitude. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
His eyes, I’d long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Lucky Charms?” I asked. “Magically delicious,” he explained. “Requisite for any sort of building project.” I shook my head, still amazed at… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I closed my eyes. “Seth—” "And when I was there and Erik sent me wherever he did, I felt…well, it was beyond… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Wait,” he said. “That’s not a word.” I looked down to where, in a moment of desperation, I’d played zixic on a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Dad told Uncle Seth not to screw things up,” she informed me as we washed our hands. “He said even if Uncle… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Heat burned in his eyes, something a little darker and more intense than our typical bantering called for. "In fact, I'm downright… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I hope I redeemed myself with the whole dancing-sex comparison.” “I suppose there were a couple of notable similarities,” I observed, holding… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I'm not worthy of that," I said. I might be human now, but I understand how powerful a heavenly creature Carter was.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Exactly," said Maddie. "What’s your favorite flavor?" "I bet I can guess," said Simone. "Chocolate." "Strawberry," said Maddie. Losers. It was vanilla.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I want pancakes.” “What? Right now?” “No. For breakfast.” “Oh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.” “Me? I’m not going… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go for…apple cinnamon ones now. “ “Apple cinnamon? You sure are… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I was at Peter's fondue party,before that was at the mall. Peter's tell me about Peter's, Did anything weird happen there? I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“All right, Mortensen, last chance. Are you ready to make the switch from voyeur to exhibitionist?” He inclined his head toward me… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Honestly, half the reason I like you is because you’re so...I don’t know. You like life.” He looked away from my eyes,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You had your heart broken much?” He paused. “Of course. Everyone does. Part of life.” “Tell me her name. I’ll kick her… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I don’t suppose there’s a Georgina Kincaid Instruction Manual around somewhere to help me avoid these embarrassing blunders in the future.” “We… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
