Some part of you will always ... fight to cling to life and experience all it has. That's why you're so reckless… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You've deprived yourself of enjoyment for most of your life. You're aloof from others. You've never let yourself be selfish, and look… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“- Then… it was like… I don’t even know how to describe it. Color and light and music and life and joy… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If I had learned anything in my life about love, it was that they were tenous things that could end at any… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I don’t believe in soul mates, not exactly. I think it’s ridiculous to think that there’s only one person out there for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Is it really so terrible being around us?" I blushed. "No," I said. "But . . . it's complicated. I've been taught… — 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
“It's not about you, okay? This time, it's about me. Not you. All my life, Lissa... all my life, it's been the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Rose," said my mother. For once in my life, she sounded unsure about herself. Scared, maybe. "Mia said you wanted to see… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“All those other flings I’ve had are just ashes in the wind, scattered and forgotten. But you . . . you’re the real thing. The… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Isn’t it weird?” he said, glancing up as I measured salt. “All the variety that life offers? Here we sit, me reading… — 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
