I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.ʺ I appreciated the support. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well,… — 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
“A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask. He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to… — 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
I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I'm just confused. I can't read your signals. One moment you're hot, the next you're cold. You tell me you want me,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
You remember our talk about purpose and meaning?" he asked me, the smile disappearing. "Well, I think this might be mine. I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Maybe instead of stalking her, you should go out with someone else." He sighed. "You don't think I've tried? How can anyone… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing.… — 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
Speaking of Sonya...I was thinking of something earlier. Something Wolfe said." "Why, Adrian. Were you paying attention after all?" "Don't start,Sage," he… — 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
I want you to break the spell. Finish it off.” "What do you mean?” "The spell you did on me and Dimitri.”… — 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
what's your name?" what?" i asked, squinting at the light. your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. you know my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Maybe everyone else thinks your aversion to food is cute- but not me. I've watched you watch Jill. Here's some tough love:… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Isn’t it weird?” he said, glancing up as I measured salt. “All the variety that life offers? Here we sit, me reading… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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
Good God," I said. "This is the most stereotypical vampire food ever." "Only if it was raw. What do you think?" "It's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I think it’s more like a shirt that says, ‘I’m going to have to end this date early so I can go… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
A girl just asked for SAT scores good enough to get her into Yale. I think she was nine. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Throughout history, people with new ideas—who think differently and try to change things—have always been called troublemakers. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Look at it this way," Ms. Terwilliger said, after several moments of thought. "The callistana thinks of you two as its parents. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I didn't think my day could get any worse until my best friend told me she might be going crazy. Again. — 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
You'd be surprised. Besides, they don't even send royal traitors to prison, Rose. Everyone knows that." I scoffed. "Are you insane? Of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?" I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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
Don't get caught up in fashion games. These kids probably think we're old, nark conformists or something, but really, they're just conforming… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
That was Sydney Sage," said Lissa. "I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose?" "That," said Abe… — 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
The training part," I guessed. "Yup. You're going to be Dimitri's partner." A moment of funny silence fell, probably not noticeable to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If it makes you feel any better, you’re not as bad as Keith. He was here earlier today and was so nervous,… — 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
“Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experienced before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but they were… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Sydney Katherine Sage,” he said, his green eyes full of love and earnestness. “Would you do a brooding, deadbeat Moroi the honor of being… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
