We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What hope is there?” I asked. “If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?” “There isn’t,” he… — 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… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Aubrey, crouching on a nearby counter, watched me with squinty eyes, apparently pondering why anyone would willingly immerse themselves in water ever,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes… — 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
John Cusack is standing over there.” I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I’m a succubus.” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t.” “Yes, I am.” “You aren’t.” I was a bit surprised to be… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Well, if the excitement's over, I think I'll take a bath.' 'Wow. The harsh lifestyle of a succubus. I wish I had… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Mentor’s Official and Complete Procedural Handbook on Initial Succubus Intake and Probationary Period (Abridged). “Abridged?” I spun toward Jerome. “Tell me you’re… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Jerome sighed and set down his fork. "Are you still doing that, Georgie? Don't I suffer enough without having to endure the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categories that restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Lucky Charms?” I asked. “Magically delicious,” he explained. “Requisite for any sort of building project.” I shook my head, still amazed at… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Well, that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way they have sex. So, if you… — 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
This is a, uh, friendship ring right?” “Yeah, don’t worry. If I propose, you’ll know it. For one thing, I’ll be hyperventilating.”… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“How come when mortals want things, their only option is to make a deal with Hell and sell their soul? Why can’t… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Hey, big spender,” I said. He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out… — 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
