Quotes from Richelle Mead

That makes sense," Adrian said "It does?" He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, little dhampire. Sometimes you make sense. Go on.

None of us are meant to be or do anything. We decide what we're going to be.

Era la clase de vestido que desafìa al mundo e inicia las religiones

The more people who know a secret, the more likely it is to leak.

I needed no physical object to remind me of his love. I already carried it in my heart, and it would be enough to get through this.

I'm addicted to you.

Another hug swallowed me as Marcus took his turn. "Overachiever," he said, grinning down at me. "Replacing me on their list.

He pressed his cheek to my forehead. "I don't know," he said. "I think you're my strength.

Crees que pienso en ti todo el tiempo? A menos que te llames Adrian Ivashkov te estas engañando.

You look too pretty to be useful. - Angeline

If they'd had proof of what he'd tried to do, Porfirio wouldn't have lived long enough to die in an explosion.

Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an 'I love you more' debate.

Most people don't leave their mark on the world through big miracles. Some do," she added quickly. "But sometimes the biggest impact is made by a series of small, quiet things.

Crazy' is a term that's used incorrectly and far too often. It's also used with stigma and finality." He tapped his head. "We're all chemicals, Adrian. Our bodies, our brains. It's a simple yet vastly sophisticated system, and every so often, something goes awry. A cell mutation. A neuron misfiring. A lack of a neurotransmitter.

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.

I realized then that I was taking the first approach to this "bad thing" with Lionel: I was letting it crush me. And so, I decided then and there that I would choose the nobler, unflinching approach. I would endure the pain.

It's not goodbye, little dhampir. I'll see you in your dreams.

I neither require nor desire your gratitude, mistress. I want nothing in these worlds save your death." Volusian to Eugenie

Okay, compelling chase or no, you still haven't told us what a nephilopopogus is.

Keep calm because love fades. Mine has.

I was more convinced than ever that everyone needed someone to love—even scattered sorceresses and eyepatch-wearing self-defense instructors.

Again, Adrian took a while to respond. "But what are loyal and caring really worth?" "To me? Everything.

I'm not dangerous," I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me.

to hear what you and my mother were doing last night. I think