“She turned back to the cards and tapped the Ace of Cups. "You're on the verge of a new beginning, a rebirth… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I want pancakes.” “What? Right now?” “No. For breakfast.” “Oh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.” “Me? I’m not going… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He can go to a boardroom meeting . . . he's very proper now." - Sydney Sage” — 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
“Honestly, darling," she said. "Do you even look in a mirror before you walk out the door? Your hair's a mess." He… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I had Lissa's number memorized and I sent her the following note: I know what you're going to do, and it is… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders . The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why?… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I followed along because really, it was hard to say no to Dimitri Belikov about anything.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Perfume can be good . . . especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry." - Adrian Ivashkov” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Strigoi or not, I didn't trust him. He was a jerk, and I silently screamed at Lissa to get out of there,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“It's Dana! She's back early." He ran his hand frantically over Mitch's neat, blonde hair. "What's she want? What's she doing here?… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“- Then… it was like… I don’t even know how to describe it. Color and light and music and life and joy… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“An image of Sydney's face appeared in my mind's eye, calm and lovely. I believe in you. My anxiety faded. I took… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“All right, Mortensen, last chance. Are you ready to make the switch from voyeur to exhibitionist?” He inclined his head toward me… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“This is it?” I asked. “This is going to keep away an uber-powerful dream entity? It looks like a prop from The… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you. 'Rose is in red But never… — Adrian Ivashkov Copy Share Image
“No one would have guessed this: that living as a Strigoi had hardened his heart, killing any chance of him loving anyone.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
