That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say,… — 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
There’s a big difference between death threats and love letters–even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Aren't you failing English?" I asked. Angeline flushed. "It's not my fault." "Even I know you can't write an article on Wikipedia… — 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
“My, my," he said, looking the note over. "If only students would write this much in their essays. One of you has… — 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
