He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
A loud booming noise interrupted us, and we saw a flash of light off to my right. People near the other garages… — 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
Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
For a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It’s as easy as we choose to make it,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “At least, this decision is. Nothing’s… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But all I could see was her. No skill of mine, no artist anywhere, could’ve immortalized how gorgeous she was. It was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen that much of him on display. It was wonderful and frightening on the same… — 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
