Quotes from Richelle Mead

I needed her heart and mind as much as her body. I needed her, and her lack caused an ache in my chest as I drifted off to sleep.

El arte no tiene porque tener sentido, pequeña dhampir. Además, se supone que yo estoy loco, ¿verdad?

I kept wanting to sit and rest, to curl up in a ball and think of nothing else. No, no, no. The light. I had to go toward the light. That almost made me laugh out loud. It was funny, really. Like I was someone having a near-death experience. Then I did laugh. This whole night had been full of near-death experiences.

The truth was, Justin wasn't sure he could handle the face of her gratitude. He'd meant it: Her anger was easier to deal with. He could stay strong against that. But a kinder, gentler Mae . . . one who was looking at him like that . . . well, that was too much. It was too great a reminder of what hung over him, that she was the woman Odin had picked out for him, one who held the key to his undoing.

And then, suddenly, he was there, charging down the hallway like Death in a cowboy duster.

physical pain to make the mental pain go away

Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.

Malicious or not, strong leaders always attracted others.

What are you going to name him?" I asked her. Adrian followed my lead. "Adrian Sinclair has a nice ring to it," he said. Olive's eyes, full of fear, watched the window and door, but her lips curled into another smile at the joke. "Declan." "Nice Irish name," I said. "It would work," Adrian conceded. "Declan Adrian Sinclair." "Declan Neil," she corrected.

She sighed loudly. "Oh, Adrian. This is just like the time you brought home a neighbor's puppy and seemed surprised when you found out you'd have to feed it every day." "Hey," I retorted. "We've fed this little guy plenty of times.

I'd never really planned on stealing someone else's life.

I turned anxiously, looking for him so that I could give him a giant hug. yet, as my eyes searched the room, it wasn't Adrian's face I suddenly found myself looking into. It was Robert Doru's. And Victor Dashkov was with him.

I fight everyday to not let the past overtake me. Sometimes I win, sometimes it does.

What have you gotten me into?" I hissed to him. "Me? What have you gotten yourself into? Couldn't I have just picked you up at the police station for underage drinking, like most fathers?

I guess I just had trouble shaking that feeling that I had to take care of everything because no one else could do it right.

I've seen this before." "A golden brick that turned into a deadly, rampaging puddle of molten metal?" I asked.

You're strong—you're so, so strong. It's why I love you.

Would've been here sooner," growled Wolfe, calling the pack off with a quick gesture. "But that bitch tied me up. Had to wait for the dogs to gnaw through my ropes.

Are Cady and O'Neill Ever going to get together?" Those amber eyes weighed me heavily, and then he answered my question with a question. "Do you think they should?" "Well I said, "they've been through an awful lot together. And if there's only one book left, it kind of seems like they're running out of time

Charging down the like death in a cowboy duster

His form grew fainter and fainter, and just before it went altogether, I saw the hint of a smile, that laughing and mischievous smile I'd loved so much.

There will never be another name on my heart.

Humans are born into the light Shining good, shining bright Only evil thrives at night Let us banish them from our sight.

The fact that we're alive means we should live," he argued. "Especially if we've got the time, anyway.