A girl just asked for SAT scores good enough to get her into Yale. I think she was nine. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
There were drinks and food in full force, and some Moroi guy had a guitar out and was trying to impress girls… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Not true,” said Adrian. “All guys mean the same thing when they want to ‘get to know a girl better.’ You’re a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He glanced over at me, a smile twisting his lips. "Hey, no advice, Ghost Girl. Guardians should be seen and not heard."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It was something of a mystery how a couple of teenage girls had managed to escape detection for two years, especially when… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Hey, Sydney. I thought I saw your car out there." He glanced around. "Is, uh, Jill with you?" "Not today." I said.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you." "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it’s not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school's over on west campus." A pink flush… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What happened when you were twelve?” “Oh, Mom offered to take us all out for dinner—us girls, Dad was out of town—to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown. “That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved… — 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
Right," I scoffed, "Alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian nodded solemnly. "A very old and prestigious society." "I've never heard of them," said the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time. " I turned and met the amused eyes of Christian Ozera,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully. "Can you direct me to… — 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
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
“Jerome shrugged. “We’re back to the part where I don’t give a fuck.” — 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 Image
“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 him.” “Draw?” I asked uneasily. “Oh Lord. Tell me it’s not Pictionary night too.” Peter sighed wearily. “Draw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?” “Secret Santas? Seems like we just did… — 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 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 beautiful. "Where did you get that from?" I asked in awe. I'd seen a lot of his work but never anything like this. His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. "Just… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 had the courage to become the person I was. Without him, I wouldn’t have realized what it truly was to live and love life. Centrum permanebit. He was my center, and there was nothing I wouldn’t… — 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 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
