Quotes from Richelle Mead

Adrian opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with some inappropriate and mocking comment. Lissa gave him a sharp headshake that kept him quiet. "Aren't there any, I don't know, sleeveless options?" The saleswoman's eyes widened. "No one has ever worn straps to a funeral. It wouldn't be right." "What about shorts?" asked Adrian. "Are they okay if they're with a tie? Because that's what I was gonna go with." The woman looked horrified.

That," I told Tatiana, "is the most fucked-up law I have ever heard.

I look him in the eye. "I will always love you.

Is he... is Dimitri a Strigoi?" Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded. My heart shattered. My world shattered.

But I didn't know about the other story." "What other story?" "About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are—" "No, whatever you heard it's not true." "But it was really romantic" "Then it's definitely not true.

You're killing me here, Sage!" "I'm not doing anything." "Exactly my point.

I'm not dangerous," I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me." And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.

All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened. I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

Screw you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?" "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

You know what we need?" "A new plan?" asked Lissa. "A miracle?" asked Eddie. I paused and glared at them both before responding. Since when had they become the comedians here? " No.

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." "A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that's not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring." "A real date.

Adrian ordered a martini, earning disapproving looks from his father and me. 'It's barely noon,' said Nathan. 'I know,' said Adrian. 'I'm surprised I held out that long too.

Dimitri. I hadn't known he was here. His eyes were on me too,dark and endless. Only I couldn't read what he was feeling. His face betrayed nothing, but there was something in his eyes...something intense and intimidating. The image of him ready to take down that group of guardians flashed through my mind,and something told me that if I asked,He would fight his way to me through this courtroom and do everything in his power to rescue me from it.

Little Dhampir

The center will hold." "How do you know?" "Because we are the center.

Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. "Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends.

You forget: I have an addictive personality. I'm addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I'd still come back to you. Just keep things honest, okay? Tell me what you're feeling. If you're feeling something for Dimitri that's confusing you, tell me. We'll work it out.

You said you were a victim. That's why...that's why ultimately, you and I aren't matched for each other. In spite of everything that's happened, I've never though of myself that way. Being a victim means you're powerless. That you won't take action. Always...always I've done something to fight for myself...for others. No matter what.

Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." "Why are they all high-calorie foods?

Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

The training part," I guessed. "Yup. You're going to be Dimitri's partner." A moment of funny silence fell, probably not noticeable to anyone except Dimitri and me. Our eyes met. "Guarding partner," Dimitri clarified unnecessarily, like maybe he too had been thinking of other kinds of partners.

You approve?" I asked, spinning around. He slipped an arm around my waist. "Unfortunately, yes. I was hoping you'd show up in something a lot sluttier. Something that would scandalize my parents." "Sometimes it's like you don't even care about me as a person," I observed as we walked inside. "It's like you're just using me for shock value." "It's both, little dhampir. I care about you, and I'm using you for shock value.