My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Day 24. Situation is growing worse. My captors continue to find new and horrific ways to torture me. When not working, Agent… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The only way to lose a kingdom is if your power drops or..well, if you're killed." "I'm sure Volusian would love to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Seth laughed when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice.” “I think this is the first… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Because...Beacause it's so good, and there's only one chance to read a book for the first time, and I want it to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Hey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Abe's face came back into focus. "Greetings, Zmey," I said weakly. Somehow, him being here didn't surprise me. "Nice of you to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Dimitri. I hadn't known he was here. His eyes were on me too,dark and endless. Only I couldn't read what he was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He didn't see me looking at him, but I could tell the ceremony was having the same effect on him. He was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I looked him in the eye, "I will always love you." Then plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn't as precise… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He tilted his head to the side, still watching me in that same, disconcerting way. “Some things are true, drunk or sober.… — 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
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
