Quotes from Richelle Mead

Giving advice was a lot harder than following it.

Whoa." Adrian leapt up and rushed to Jill's side. "You need to let this go. What, are you going to start a fight with some girl?" Reed turned his glare on Adrian. "Stay out of this." "The hell I will! You're crazy." If anyone had asked me to make up a list of people most likely to risk a fight in defense of a lady's honor, Adrian Ivashkov would have been low on that list. Yet there he stood, face hard and hand sitting protectively on Jill's shoulder. I was in awe. And impressed.

If Victor was frightened by Dimitri's threat, he didn't show it. His jade green eyes glanced between the two of us. "You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere.

Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. "Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

Do you love him?

Bringing children into it was just low, I decided. At least he?d left puppies out.

I have it on good authority there's going to be a new 'gate' opening up soon over on the south side of the wall." The truth dawned on me. "Oh lord. You're the one who's been doling out C4." "You make it sound easy," he said with a frown. "That stuff's hard to get a hold of.

Weirdly, an image of Adrian's Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.

?We need someone to get the room?s attention,? I said. ?Someone not afraid to make a spectacle—I mean, besides me, of course.?

Okay. Now you have to move your arms and legs." "I know how to make a snow angel." "Then do it! Otherwise, you're more like a chalk outline at a police crime scene.

I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought hats" - Christian

I followed along because really, it was hard to say no to Dimitri Belikov about anything.

Great," I said. "Another conference call. I have really got to start blocking your number.

Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.

How was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these "responsible" people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?

I just wish I could have all this and stand up to her a little. Rose would." "Rose would have gotten herself arrested for treason the first time Tatiana asked her to do something.

My wife, ladies and gentlemen. Beauty, brains, and now brawn.

What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.

Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov

It's not my fault so much as my genius,

Adrian sighed. "I knew you staying out of trouble was too good to be true.

That's smart. Once Sonya's able to talk, we'll need to move." He smiled. "Sydney's turning into a battle mastermind." "Hey, she's not in charge here," I teased. "She's just a soldier." "Right." He lightly brushed his fingers against my cheek. "Sorry, Captain." "General," I corrected, catching my breath at that brief touch.

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery." "Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?" murmured Doug. "Well," I told Doug, "I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out." Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. "Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I'd be Seth Mortensen's love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.

Exactly," said Maddie. "What's your favorite flavor?" "I bet I can guess," said Simone. "Chocolate." "Strawberry," said Maddie. Losers. It was vanilla. "Vanilla," said Seth.