“I closed my eyes. “Seth—” "And when I was there and Erik sent me wherever he did, I felt…well, it was beyond… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Do not even suggest jazz. I saw Newsies and was traumatized for, like, five years.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Exactly," said Maddie. "What’s your favorite flavor?" "I bet I can guess," said Simone. "Chocolate." "Strawberry," said Maddie. Losers. It was vanilla.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.” “Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?” murmured… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
