Quote by Richelle Mead Download Open image ““When I imagined somebody whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.”” — Richelle Mead ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I nodded, feeling desperate, achy, needier than I’d ever been. His filthy Russian mouth had me squirming on the bed, doing whatever he said… — Danika Dare Copy Share Image
“A Russian who uses his imagination is done for. I certainly never use mine.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“You don’t like me, do you?” she asked suddenly and pathetically, just like a small child. Sergei did not look at her but merely… — William Axtell Copy Share Image
“Dig your nails deep enough into the back of a Soviet, and eventually you'll find a Russian.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Personally, nothing would surprise me any more. If my father announced that he was really a Russian agent or my mother ran away with… — Sue Townsend Copy Share Image
“The anecdote was funny, but as my father gazed across the river at the university of his youth, his Russian life was in his… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Well, at least this time I get to be a person in the story. The last time you told one of your Russian parables… — Nora Ephron Copy Share Image
“Don't worry. We do not have to talk about. We are Russian. We do not talk about feelings all the time and no one… — Andrea Portes Copy Share Image
“You know what I mean. From the residency.” “I don’t know what you—” “I placed a bug in Oleg’s car.” Then he switched into… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“Dimitri shook his head and walked off, muttering something in Russian that didn't sound complimentary.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I hate the thought that I'm just some kind of Russian nesting doll with the big outside and inevitably, rattling around under all the… — Wendy McClure 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
