Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Itʹs not just the dress or the hair. Itʹs you. Youʹre beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.ʺ — 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
I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When… — 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
I looked at you... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You don’t have… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing… — 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
Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I can’t have it either. It affects the babies in utero.” “Nonsense,” he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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
I sat there for several moments, trying to decide how best I should respond. None of the advice I'd gotten from the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Your hair," repeated Dimitri. His eyes were wide, almost awestruck. "Your hair is beautiful." I didn't think so, not in its current… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
ʺYour hair was beautiful too. All of you. You were amazing when we first met, and somehow, inexplicably, youʹve come even farther.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I can't wait until this show gets on the road," he said. "You and me are going to have so much fun,… — 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
Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If she just wanted to come home at night to eye candy with good hair, I could probably be that reasonably well. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn’t focus on any of it. “I’ve forgotten everything.” “No, you haven’t.” His voice in… — 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… — 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
“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… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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
