You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.'' "No time.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I don’t know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
This wasn’t the first time I’d been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I’d… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Just friends, just friends. Standing there in the bookstore, watching Seth walk away, I half wondered how anyone could still use that… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes… — 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
His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I also never would have imagined I'd quote back a church lesson, but when the rest of the crowd stood up to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Frustration filled his features. "Rose I've done a lot of bad things, most of which I can never fix or find redemption… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled. "I suppose that's fair." He drew in on… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Later, I would ask Shaya to help me compose a formal response to Katrice's letter, something a long the lines of "I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the… — 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
