He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I can't imagine a world without hope. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I couldn't imagine a world without hope.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Hope had gone so white, it was a wonder someone didn't accuse her of being a Strigoi.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I looked at you...saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful.” — 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
What hope is there?” I asked. “If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?” “There isn’t,” he… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Since when do we even play games?” “Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
All this time…ever since I sold my soul, I’ve been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian paled and went perfectly still as he stared at the newcomer, and in that moment, all my high hopes for him… — 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
