My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in Him -barely- as long as He let me sleep in… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?” “Sleep with it,” he suggested. “Think of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What do you mean it wasn't anything? Didn't the earth move or the planets align or something? -Rose to Lissa on sleeping… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Surely I must be a princess in an enchanted sleep. Any day now, this dream-no, nightmare would end, and I’d get my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Well, she was talking to me. That's enough to make anyone lose their temper. And I accused her of sleeping with my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's… — 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
Naptime,ʺ said Christian, leading her toward the bed. ʺI still need a shower.ʺ ʺSleep first. Shower later.ʺ He pulled back the covers.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“My dearest Rose, One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no… — 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
