Quotes from Richelle Mead

Hey Mason, wipe that drool off you face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. -Rose to Mason

I'm telling you, you'd like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencer's. The other day, he was going off on unaerobic vs. aerobic respiration, and I was thinking, 'You know who this sounds like? Melbourne.'" -- Trey

Hey, how come you told those girls your name was Jet?" "Standard practice if you don't want chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation here." "Yeah, but why Jet? Why not . . . I don't know . . . Travis or John?" Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

Hope had gone so white, it was a wonder someone didn't accuse her of being a Strigoi.

love is stupid. it makes you do stupid things. Don't be sorry you loved him. that's part of you, part you have to let go, but still something that's made you into who you are.

Tawny," I barked. My voice held the authority of a drill sergeant. She jumped. "I am NOT making out with you until the end of time. You want to do this, then you've got to work for it. Now, TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES." "Oh," said Hugh. "I've waited ten years to hear you say that to another woman.

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.

Violence isn't the answer to your problems," he said sagely. "She's the one with the problem. And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence is the answer.

You'll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.

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 and pinning it down against the covers. "Never thought I'd be the one slowing you down." I opened my eyes and met his. "I'm a quick study.

I'm very pleased to introduce the world to Adrian and Sydney Ivashkov.

Thank you for sending my imagination to a place it can never return from.

I'd never felt so helpless - so hopeless - in my life as I did there. To be completely under someone's power, with no one to turn to for help, to make someone feel like they're at fault for you hurting them . . . I realized that was exactly what I'd done to Carly. That hangs over me every day.

Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, 'Well, that's Adrian.

None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark times?

It's kind of hard to outlive your past

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

Is it really so terrible being around us?" I blushed. "No," I said. "But . . . it's complicated. I've been taught certain things my entire life. Those are hard to shake." "The greatest changes in history have come because people were able to shake off what others told them to do.

Okay, but if you try to get me to pray with you, I walk.

That creature's staying?' It figured. Her daughter-in-law transforming into an animal? No problem. Having to take care of a cat? Crisis. (Sydney Sage-Ivashkov)

Why does it have to be so cut-and-dried? In your view, I either have to hate them or be in league with them. There's a middle ground, you know. I can still be loyal to the Alchemists and on friendly terms with vampires and dhampirs.

So, what's this mean exactly?" he asked."You finally come around, and now you're going to just end things because of her?" "Kissing you isn't exactly 'coming around.'" He gave me a long, level look. "There was a lot more than kissing, Miss 'I'm a Quick Study.

Moroi shied from sunlight, but as I watched the way it illuminated her, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.

Roza." His voice had the same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson:Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.