Quotes from Richelle Mead

My mother should have been an attorney. She and Abe could have opened a law firm together.

I Had A Black Eye. A Freaking Black Eye. And My Mother Have Given It To Me.

I needed to protect her from this - and from herself.

Death. Starvation. Blindness. Another grim day in our village.

Was that romantic?" he asked. "I was just making the suggestion, since the coat's so heavy and warm. I figured you'd think of me since it was such a nice gesture. And yet, once again, you're the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say.

A grin lit [Christian's] face. "We're going hunting?

Eh bien, je crois que si certaines personnes écrivent les histoires, d'autres les vivent.

Is it true?" She asked. "Do you have a date?" "For the love of-you know it's true! And you told Adrian didn't you?

I lifted the lid and found a piece of bread and some water—and a rat that quickly darted off the tray. Talk about adding insult to injury.

Lissa and I had been best friends ever since kindergarten, when our teacher had paired us together for writing lessons. Forcing five-year-olds to spell Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway was beyond cruel, and we'd—or rather, I'd—responded appropriately. I'd chucked my book at our teacher and called her a fascist bastard. I hadn't known what those words meant, but I'd known how to hit a moving target. Lissa and I had been inseparable ever since. " - Rose Hathaway

Rose: "Did you hotwire this car? Did you steal this car?" Dimitri: "You have an interesting set of morals. Breaking out of jail is okay. But steal a car, and you sound totally outraged." - Rose Hathaway and Dimitri Belikov

My best friend. I had my best friend back. If I had her, I could recover from what had happened in Siberia. I could go on with my life.

His eyes widened. "Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn't think less of you.

Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.

I tried desperately to put my thoughts into the forms of prayers, but I didn't know how. If God was real, I figured He was powerful enough to know what I wanted without me actually saying the right words.

Damn, my word of the night

I want you because... My heart needs you. I just want you, Roza. We belong together

I'm not worthy of that," I said. I might be human now, but I understand how powerful a heavenly creature Carter was. "I don't deserve that much regard." He reached out and tipped my chin up. "You do, Georgina. And if you don't believe me now, then strive to be. Live you life. Be kind. Love those you know. Love those you don't know. be worthy of your soul.

Anger could flip to passion in a heartbeat.

My hands tightened on her, and I again tried to memorize every part of this moment. There was such perfection in the way our bodies were wrapped together. It didn't seem possible that outside the sanctity of this moonlit car was a world we had to hide from, a world that wanted to tear us apart. The thought of what surrounded us made what was between us seem that much more fragile.

Stop it!" he yelled, gripping my arms. "Don't you get it? You can't win!" "Then kill me!

Easy there, Sage. I'm no gun-toting crazy guy. Crazy, yes. But not the rest.

He stared at me for several heavy seconds and then laughed—though there wasn't much humor in it. "You know what's great? You'reserious. Look at your face." He gestured, as though I actually could examine myself. "You really think it's that easy, that I can sit here and watch your happy ending. That I can watch you getting everything you want as you lead your charmed life.

I also suddenly realized that, as unlikely as it seemed, Adrian and I had a lot in common. Both of us were constantly boxed in by others' expectations. It didn't matter that people expected everything of me and nothing of him. We were still the same, both of us constantly trying to break out of the lines that others had defined for us and be our own person. Adrian Ivashkov—flippant, vampire party boy—was more like me than anyone else I knew.