Quotes from Richelle Mead

I don't know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little bit." "I— I figured it'd be a shame to ruin your pretty face," I stammered.

Rose. Please stop. Please stay away." [...] In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

Sonya often said she didn't believe in soul mates, but in that union, I believed there was something in my soul that spoke to Sydney's, that this connection between our bodies called to something greater than us, something preordained. And when it was over, I was reluctant to let her go. I looked down at her face, with her flushed cheeks and damp strands of hair, and thought, Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

Dimitri: "They weren't supposed to let you in."Rose: "Yeah. Well, I kind of found a work-around."Dimitri: "Of course you did."- Dimitri Belikov and Rose Hathaway (Spirit Bound)

Since when do we even play games?" "Since when don't we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between." I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. "Hello, Carter.

Where are you going to put the other one?" asked Daniella. "Wherever you like," said Ms. Terwilliger. "I can't take him with me. The guards saw me come in with one cat. They'll see me leave with one." "What?" My mother-in-law's voice came out extra shrill to my ears. "That creature's staying?" It figured. Her daughter-in-law transforming into an animal? No problem. Having to take care of a cat? Crisis.

Cheaters, I thought.

What's wrong?" asked Seth, seeing my frown. "That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he's moving in on Casey. I think he's one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid." "Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.

You look too pretty to be useful.

Being with him after so long, after everything we'd endured...it was like coming home.

Je t'aime Roza...je serais là pour toi. Je ne laisserais jamais rien t'arriver. Et je ne laisserais jamais rien t'arriver non plus. Je t'aime.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

I looked around at us all: me in my nightgown, Kiyo bare-chested, Dorian in his extravagant robes, and Tim in his Native getup. God, I muttered, standing up, we all look like the village people.

I secretly wondered if Dimitri's problem might be that he was jealous. He hadn't pulled Lissa aside to yell at her. The thought made me slightly happy, but then I remembered my earlier curiosity about why Dimitri had even wandered by.

They're strong, they're fast, and the kill without mercy or hesitation. They're immortal, too-which kind of makes them a bitch to destroy.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco.

You will not! It's wrong." "What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?

Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he'd read the Hugo book in any language.

Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his life force, there was no telling how long it'd be until his next book came out.

You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes. -Dimitri to Rose

Maybe you're graduating from fireballs to lightning bolts," Adrian suggested. "I bet it'd be a lot like throwing ninja stars. Except, well, you could incinerate people.

I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.

You've given some pretty convincing arguments, but you're still a long way from winning me over." "I haven't even really tried," he said, in a rare moment of arrogance. "When I want to, I can be very persuasive." "Yeah? Prove it." His lips moved toward mine. "I was hoping you'd say that.

John Cusack is standing over there." I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. "That's not John Cusack. That's Jerome." "Seriously?" "Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack." "Keyword: looked. That guy doesn't look like him. That guy is him.