“Bryan gaped, as though that was more than he'd been expecting. "Oh. Okay. Well, um, there's a silent film festival downtown next week. Do you think you'd want to go?" I shook my head. "No, I don't think so. I respect it as an art form but really don't get much out of watching them." "Huh. Okay." He smoothed his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that's not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring." "A real date." I figured I wouldn't give him the specifics on the Shakespheare… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“The book was The Count of Monte Cristo. I held it up, needing to make a joke, needing to do anything to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Do you know anything about silent films?” “Sure,” I said. “The first ones were developed in the late nineteenth century and sometimes… — 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 him.” “Draw?” I asked uneasily. “Oh Lord. Tell me it’s not Pictionary night too.” Peter sighed wearily. “Draw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?” “Secret Santas? Seems like we just did… — 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 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 beautiful. "Where did you get that from?" I asked in awe. I'd seen a lot of his work but never anything like this. His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. "Just… — 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 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 had the courage to become the person I was. Without him, I wouldn’t have realized what it truly was to live and love life. Centrum permanebit. He was my center, and there was nothing I wouldn’t… — 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 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
