“In my recollection, there have been many places and people I have been both blessed and cursed to know. Much joy and… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“I tore open one side and reached in. My hand closed around something cold and metallic. I knew before I even pulled… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“...I remember that my mother had always said to be polite and finish my meal. At last he gave no more struggles.… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“Roza." His voice had the same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson:Don't hesitate." I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Dimitri is dead," she said. It was a statement, not a question, but she was looking to me for confirmation. I wondered… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You believe me, don’t you? You really do. Why do you believe me? Did Anechka do something to you? Now I owe… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“A red veil covers the room as walls, which flow but do not stand. Screams echo from every stone. Incense I smell… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“I looked him in the eye."I will always love you." Then I plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn't as precise… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all… — Wynter Wilkins Copy Share Image
“Put it out," said Dimitri. "Put it out or she dies." Lissa finally found her voice, even with her air cut off.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
