Ralf Quote by Richelle Mead Download Open image ““No amount of alcohol or any illegal substance would make me touch him.”” — Richelle Mead ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ralf
“His touch is more intoxicating than any kind and combination of alcohol...” — Kiran Joshi Copy Share Image
“God, that was nice. I wanted him to use that finger to touch me other places. Dirty, dirty places. Well, not dirty literally. I’m… — Laurel Ulen Curtis Copy Share Image
“He was drunk, but this was something he’d thought about for a long time and needed no sobriety to express—just a listener.” — Olen Steinhauer Copy Share Image
“Would you mind awfully not swearing at me, taking a swing at me or exposing yourself to me? I have quite enough abuse from… — Tom Reynolds Copy Share Image
“His touch was like heroin in my veins, and I was a grateful addict.” — Kitty Thomas Copy Share Image
“don't touch me i said because i can't handle someone being good to me.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“She slapped down a mug of something that was, he suspected, technically alcohol, but only because it had a good lawyer.” — Curtis Craddock Copy Share Image
“He stood and offered me his arm. “My lady?” “You don’t want to finish our drinks?” He took my hand, and pressed his lips… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I don't like to abuse alcohol-anything you abuse will abuse you back.” — Michka Assayas 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 him.” “Draw?” I asked uneasily. “Oh Lord. Tell me it’s not Pictionary night too.” Peter sighed wearily. “Draw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?” “Secret Santas? Seems like we just did… — 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 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 beautiful. "Where did you get that from?" I asked in awe. I'd seen a lot of his work but never anything like this. His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. "Just… — 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 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 had the courage to become the person I was. Without him, I wouldn’t have realized what it truly was to live and love life. Centrum permanebit. He was my center, and there was nothing I wouldn’t… — 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 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
“He cocked his head in an overly dramatic fashion. "Hey, I just got it: it was you, wasn't it?" He looked at Lissa, the back at me. "She got you to kill the fox, didn't she?Some weird kind of lesbian voo—ahhh!” Ralf burst into flames. I jumped up and pushed Lissa out of the way—not easy to do, since we… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
