Adrian-ivashkov-sydney-sage Quote by Richelle Mead Download Open image ““Work? Come on, Sage. Go buy a bikini and enjoy the pool while you’re hanging around.”” — Richelle Mead ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Adrian-ivashkov-sydney-sage Hanging around
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“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
“You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?" I gave up on my artistic interpretation and turned to him. "Nope. Brayden just broke up with me." Adrian's smirk faded. "Oh. Shit. I'm sorry. Are you... I mean, do you need a drink? Do you need to, uh, cry or anything?” — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“...I can say you’re okay for an irreverent party boy with occasional moments of brilliance.” “Brilliant? You think I’m brilliant?” He threw his hands… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Unexpected treat," he said. His eyes fell on Marcus and widened. "I'll be damned. You found him." "Thanks to you," I said. Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form-and then instantly dried up. "What happened to your face?" "Oh," I lightly touched the swollen spot. It still smarted but wasn't as painful as it had been earlier.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“All guys mean the same thing when they want to ‘get to know a girl better.’ You’re a well-bred young lady, so I understand… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“He always got this glint in his eyes when he complimented my looks, like he was seeing so much more than just my actual… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down the door." "Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help." "That's true," I said. "Maybe I can put a sign out from that says, 'ATTENTION ALL GIRLS:FREE HELP… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Once all the blocks were on the quad, Rowena grew obsessed with arranging them perfectly. I didn’t care at this point and busied myself texting a message to Sydney on the Love Phone, letting her know that my art was a paltry thing compared to the brilliance of her beauty. She texted back: This is me rolling my eyes. To… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Speaking of that dress,” he added, “I still haven’t seen it.” I laughed softly. “You couldn’t handle it.” He raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that a challenge, Sage? I can handle a lot.” “Not if our history is any indication. Each time I wear some moderately attractive dress, you lose it.” “That’s not exactly true,” he said. “I lose… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“That hand slipped under my dress, running along the side of my leg and up to my hip. I burned where he touched me, and everything within me became focused on that hand. It was moving far too slowly, and I grabbed it, ready to urge it on. Adrian chuckled and caught hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Sage!" he called. "You have got to see this." Eddie and I reached the next green and stared in astonishment. Then I burst out… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Are you sure?" he said. His tone was lighter now, turning him back into the Adrian I knew. "Because I've got a lot more… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image