...and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. “Sorry” I’d probably freaked… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
No. . .I mean, I'm sorry he. . .You know, said those things to you." "It's part of being a 'good' family.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sorry, Ms. Terwilliger. I'm flattered that you think I'm such an upstanding person, but I'm already caught up in one epic battle… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I’m sorry ma’am,” I said. Really, I had no idea what else to say. I’d spent the weekend caught up in an… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It's like living in a retirement home! Clarence is taking a nap right now, and he eats at five. It's so boring."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sorry, Sage. Last I checked, you aren’t an expert in social matters..." "At least I take action. You? You let the world… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
That's smart. Once Sonya's able to talk, we'll need to move." He smiled. "Sydney's turning into a battle mastermind." "Hey, she's not… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go... — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He used to talk to me about Russia all the time and had sworn up and down that I'd love it here.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Doug returned five minutes later and shook his head. "Sorry kid. She's single, but she doesn't think you're her type. She's into… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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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
