So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?” “I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week." If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian was right that the sun I'd just described wasn't the design that had been the on the sword or brochure. Both… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
God,” I moaned. “Do they use that stuff as rocket fuel?” “No one made you keep drinking it.” “Hey, don’t get preachy.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Callistanas aren’t so bad either,” I said, looking down at my satchel. “That ‘pain in the ass’ screeching saved me from a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“You might want to do something about your neck.” I was totally lost. “My neck?” She reached into her purse and handed… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Until now, you have always lived your life alone. Every decision you’ve made has been for you and you alone. Now, and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Where are you guys getting all of this?" I asked. "What does it matter if I - oh come on." We'd reached… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Do you know anything about silent films?” “Sure,” I said. “The first ones were developed in the late nineteenth century and sometimes… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks... then add in the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I'm done with the pouting," he said. "Done with being moody—well, I mean, I'm always a little moody. That's what Adrian Ivashkov's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Isn’t it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn’t. I did it so I’d have a reason to be around you —… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there. Don't let them… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He shook his head. “No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do.” I waited for more.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened. I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey. ” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I see how it is,” I snapped. “You were all in favor of me breaking the tattoo and thinking on my own—but… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I remembered those frantic seconds when I’d thought all I loved and knew, all that was Sydney Sage, would be lost from… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. — 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
He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
