Quotes from Richelle Mead

When she called for a couple of her friends who'd also been injured to come over, I quickly handed Declan back to Sydney. "You two stay out of sight," I whispered. A baby and an ex-Alchemist were too memorable, and that was the last thing we needed right now. Sydney complied, hastily getting away from my fan club and me, with Dimitri shadowing her. "Meet at the car," he called back.

Are you saying I have a short attention span?" "Not at all. I'm saying there's a fire in you that drives everything you do, that makes you need to better the world and those you love. To stand up for those you can't. It's one of the wonderful things about you.

It wasn't possible that one person could make you experience so many emotions at once, that one person could trigger a universe of feelings, simply with the sound of your name.

Glancing over, I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced the dreamy one.

My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how I'd inherited my bizarre personality. Mead, Richelle (2010-12-07). Last Sacrifice: A Vampire Academy Novel (Kindle Locations 2836-2838). Penguin Young Readers Group. Kindle Edition.

Hago esto todo el tiempo. Es un hechizo sencillo. Sin sorpresas. -Tal vez- dije renuente-. Pero cada vez que usas el espíritu, es más probable que te vuelvas loco. -Ya estoy loco por ti, Sage.

Why couldn't I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?

History is important because it teaches us about the past. And by learning about the past, you come to understand the present, so that you may make educated decisions about the future.

He drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "Some women think they make me look sexy." "I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." He choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak.

There's something tiring about an endless, unknown stretch of highway.

Really?" I asked when they were gone. "Did you have to say that?" "I speak my mind, Sage. Don't you believe in telling the truth?

When the vows were said and the rings were on, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife. I drew Sydney to me and kissed her, full of love and life and the happiness of what we had in store for us.

I gave him the same ferocious look I'd given Dimitri. This time, it worked. Mason's face paled. "Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he committed against you this morning." "Thank you." I said primly. Mead, Richelle (2008-04-10). Frostbite: A Vampire Academy Novel (p. 46). Penguin Young Readers Group. Kindle Edition.

Christ, I'm climbing the walls." His eyes fell on the cross at my neck. "Oh. Sorry. No offense to Jesus.

He began dragging me again. "I'm seconds away from just tossing you over my shoulder," he warned.

I'm taking care of you. You don't need to know anything else.

We could have died just now. We didn't. Maybe we'll die tomorrow. I don't know. What matters is that we're alive now.

In retrospect, the highlight of dating him had been free coffee and a particularly compelling discussion on the fall of the Roman Empire.

There was a malevolence about them, a sinister feel as their eyes locked onto us and didn't let go.

You were right, about how I fight to stay in control. No one else has ever figured that out– and it scared me. You scare me.

Así es la política — dijo Adrian. — La gente con poder nunca juega bajo las mismas reglas

I was awash on a sea of desire, drowning in everything about her. Her passion answered mine as she murmured my name and clung to me so tightly that her nails dug into my skin, as though she feared she might lose me if she let go.

One dress isn't worth your grisly death.

a sense of such oneness and familiarity that words often weren't needed.