Quotes from Richelle Mead

I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.

You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.

I won't lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop. "I'm no expert," I began, choosing my words carefully. "Well—actually, I am. And I'm pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.

He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.

You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.'' "No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.

An image of Sydney's face appeared in my mind's eye, calm and lovely. I believe in you. My anxiety faded. I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in the room. Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

Isn't it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn't. I did it so I'd have a reason to be around you — one I knew you couldn't refuse.

I realized I'm in love. It's always been right in front of me.

Throughout history, people with new ideas—who think differently and try to change things—have always been called troublemakers.

I supposed if you were going to make a career of breaking laws, you might as well know them.

Can't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby," said Adrian obstinately. "I'm the life of the party— even without drinking. I wasn't meant to be alone.

Because it gives him and excuse to be around her--without making it look like he gave in first. That way, he can still seem manly." "That's ridiculous." Especially the part about Christian being manly. "Guys do ridiculous things for love.

So...Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi?" "Yes." "Holy shit. Why didn't you go with them? Seems like something you'd do." I resisted the urge to smack him. "Because I'm not insane! But I'm going to go get them before they do something even stupider.

You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.

My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.

I'm not a warrior or a goddess," I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. "As far as I'm concerned, you're both.

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

You have an interesting set of morals," he observed. "Breaking out of jail is okay. But steal a car, and you sound totally outraged.

You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you're less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone—not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee—push you around.

No, thank you," said Adrian. "These hands don't sully themselves with fighting.

Okay," I said, clasping her hand. "I swear it. The next time I do something stupid that might get me killed, you can come along.

At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't..." He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.