Rose, do you think I'd do anything that would hurt you.- Dimitri to Rose — 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
Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I did, however, manage to do it without hurting those dogs. Very considerate of me. Don't let it be said I'm not… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It's okay," I said soothingly. "You're just getting your stride back. Once you're up to full power, I'll go crack a rib… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you… — 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
Knowing Lissa missed me hurt almost more than if she'd completely written me off. I'd never wanted to hurt her. Even when… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Ian’s the black sheep.” “I thought I was the black sheep,” said Seth, sounding almost hurt. “No. You’re the unfocused artistic one.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
God, I got lucky. If I'd hurt it, it would have put me out of practice for a while.” Smiling, he returned… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I’m not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. I’ll make love over war any day. But I swear, if they’d hurt… — 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
