Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn't with me. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sydney sighed and stood up, smoothing her rumpled clothes with dismay. ʺI need a coffee shop or something.ʺ ʺI think I saw… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“They all knew about me and Dimitri," I said, wondering if I'd be saying any of this sober. "But I never told… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Well, " she replied dryly, "there's no getting around that. And it's not me being nice. It's not even my choice. It's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“But with Sydney... with Sydney, I'd had it all- And lost it all. Love, understanding, respect. The sense that we'd both become… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“And the whole time, people kept refilling my cup. Determined not to look like an idiot again, I kept drinking until I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“None of us are meant to be or do anything," he said. "We decide what we're going to be. You told me… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Oh my God, I thought. I’m rooming with the Sydney Sage of re-education.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
ʺWhere is it?ʺ I asked. ʺLexington, Kentucky.ʺ ʺOh for Godʹs sake,ʺ I moaned. ʺWhy not the Bahamas? Or the Corn Palace?ʺ Dimitri… — 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
