Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things— — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I have it on good authority that Victor's going to have car trouble. Also that Robert really likes Cheerios, so if you… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
No," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close." I stopped,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I unfolded the note, and it took me a few seconds to decipher Adrian’s writing. If he did write me a dating… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Doug returned five minutes later and shook his head. "Sorry kid. She's single, but she doesn't think you're her type. She's into… — 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
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“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
