What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown. “That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You forget: I have an addictive personality. I'm addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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It was near curfew time, and I was dropping him off for the night. He shook his head. "Rose, I don't know… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sydney: I like Latin. It's fun. Eddie: I can't believe you think we're the strange ones. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What do you think Dimitri? Is this a good idea, Dimitri? Please give us your blessing so that we can fall down… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You guys didn't really think you could go off on a party weekend without me, did you? Especially here of all places—"… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Trey scoffed. "Between you and me, Brayden's probably the last guy in the world you have to worry about. I think he's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Do you think that's, like, REAL bacon?" I whispered to Sydney and Dimitri. "And not like squirrel or something?" "Looks real to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I'd accepted a while ago that there were too many reasons for me to even think about him romantically anymore. Every once… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Rose,” he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, “I can think of many words to describe you, sexy and hot… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love." Marcus, startled,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Look who's calling the cauldron black." "Kettle. It’s a kettle. Get your metaphors right." "That wasn’t a metaphor. It was a, you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Whatever happened to the dragon?" I mustered my primmest tone. "He has a name, you know." Adrian pulled back and gave me… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sydney had been horrified to discover my home library consisted of a bartending dictionary and an old copy of Esquire, and at… — 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
She has very strong ideas about family - ideas that probably sound kind of sexist to you. She believes all dhampirs should… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Love in the real world doesn’t usually work out the way stories make us think it should. We don’t always get fairy-tale… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things— — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I’m telling you, you’d like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencer’s. The other day, he was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
To Thetis, Long overdue, I know, but every often the things we most desire come only after much patience and struggle. That… — 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
