Quotes from Richelle Mead

Watch it." he said at last. "I can make your life miserable." I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst but you haven't seen what i can do yet.

What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categories that restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didn't have any way to control.

I don't know how you do it. You aren't even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you're a brunette. I just don't see guys going for that." "Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.

I've heard that the soul often recognizes truth when it hears it, even if the mind does not.

Angeline's been hanging out with that dhampir. I just saw them walking off together. Is something going on with them?" "Which dhampir?" I asked. "The one with the fake British accent." "I don't think it's fake." "Well, whatever." Even I could read the jealousy in Trey's features. "What's up with them?" "Pretty sure there's nothing." "Then why are they always together?" Because she's trying to get over you, I thought.

You're a terrible liar, boy," Rand called after us. "Is he right?" I asked quietly, once we'd put some distance between the guest cabin and us. "That I'm a terrible liar? No. I'm a fantastic liar.

Wasn't that kind of the basis of passion? I didn't know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didn't blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that I'd spend my life never feeling anything?

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

I don't really need a job or extra money. After Rose and I get married, the kids and I'll just live off of her guardian paycheck.

A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety

Since I'm presuming you don't mean you finally bought him a leash, let me say simply that there is a big difference between allowing an animal to ravage you and allowing yourself to be ravaged. One is common. The other is art. It is planned. Crafted, even. Only capable of being done by a master.

Rose: "Wow. You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible... what happened. But, wow. You really are a god."... Dimitri: "What?" Rose: "Uh, nothing.

Propriety's never been Adrian's strong suit.

Bless you, daugher of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.

Adrian. He was the reason I was able to survive in this prison. And he was also the reason I was here in the first place.

And I'd rather you have a worthy partner who's a human than a Moroi who can't help you share your burdens.

That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.

imperfection would get me farther than perfection.

She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. "I hear your heart," she said. "Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I'm not undead?

I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I'd just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I'd also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn't care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us

Rose: "You see something you like?" Dimitri: "Get dressed." -Rose Hathaway & Dimitri Belikov (Vampire Academy)

Our gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long.

It was something of a mystery how a couple of teenage girls had managed to escape detection for two years, especially when one of them was a privileged Moroi princess and the other a delinquent dhampir with a disciplinary file so long that it broke school records.

You're a solid person, Sage. You're easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.