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
She didnʹt know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasnʹt a dream—and dear God,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Watch it." he said at last. "I can make your life miserable." I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Dierdre the counselor must not have had much of a life, because she scheduled our next appointment on a Sunday. I wasn't… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Can't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby," said Adrian obstinately. "I'm… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I threw myself against the bars, so rapidly that even Mikhail flinched. "But I love you!" I hissed. "And I know you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I remembered those frantic seconds when I’d thought all I loved and knew, all that was Sydney Sage, would be lost from… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I stood on the precipice of something that would change my life. For the last week, Iʹd done a very good job… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He stared at me for several heavy seconds and then laughed—though there wasn't much humor in it. "You know what's great? You'reserious.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He felt like his whole life was balancing on a razor’s edge, and the easy thing, the thing he wanted most, was… — 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
“Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experienced before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but they were… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Sydney Katherine Sage,” he said, his green eyes full of love and earnestness. “Would you do a brooding, deadbeat Moroi the honor of being… — Richelle Mead Copy Share