“No, I thought. Not just Hell. Really, Heaven was just as guilty. What kind of group could advocate goodness and not allow… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You act young," he said, "because you are young. But you know things, Roza. Things people older than you don't even know.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“My hands tightened on her, and I again tried to memorize every part of this moment. There was such perfection in the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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“Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Letter to Rose from Strigoi Dimitri. Delivered to Rose after her return from Russia and her quest to Kill Dimitir, which she… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“What?" he asked. "I don't know. Just thinking about flowers. And impressing people. I mean, how strange is it that we bring… — 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
“Other people spoke, and I tried to keep up with the translations. All the stories were about Dimitri's kindness and strength of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. 'Just something kicking around in my head. Reminds me of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You and I have been through too much together. We're too close, too connected. I wasn't that crazy on spirit when I… — 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
“I knew I sounded hysterical, and Adrian’s calmness only drove that home. “I think I have an idea,” he said. “An idea… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And then . . . we’re going to get in my car.” I waited for him to elaborate on a destination. “And?” He gently kissed… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And yet, once again, you’re the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say.” “I do not. You know that’s not… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“But with Sydney... with Sydney, I'd had it all- And lost it all. Love, understanding, respect. The sense that we'd both become… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I do. Sometimes I look at him...and I remember how it was when I kissed him and felt that love. It… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And then the kissing started again. There was no avoiding it, not when we were together like this, far away from the… — 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
