Quotes from Richelle Mead

Angeline's personal space because Angeline punched her too.

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy." "Already crazy about you, Sage.

Tatiana, the former Moroi queen, had been Christian's great-aunt. She'd been viciously murdered this summer, and though Adrian rarely spoke about her, I'd heard from a number of people that they'd been close.

My mother was a voice of reason, a reminder that they had to stay focused and fully assess the situation. Her composure calmed everybody; her strong manner inspired them. This, I realized, was how a leader behaved.

We had been too warm, too alive. Death couldn't follow something like that.

If I didn't care about your virtue so much, I'd actually probably give him a lecture on how to try something.

For now, there was just the two of us and this one perfect moment of togetherness.

You don't hold back your feelings, your passion, your anger. It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous.

If you're on the path of right, and someone crosses it with wrong, you don't need to turn. Build a bridge over their path and continue on your way.

And what are your sins?" the voice demanded. "Confess what you've done." That was harder, but I still managed the words. If it got me closer to Adrian and freedom, I could say anything. I took a deep breath and said: "I fell in love with a vampire.

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.' My immortality notwithstanding, tyhe sentiment was sincere.

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date.

I felt strange, kind of disoriented, but I didn't hurt.

Love doesn't make angels fall. If anything, love can have quite the opposite effect.

He was a dancer of death.

Voy a matarte. Él fijó sus ojos en Lissa. Quedaba en ellos un minúsculo rescoldo de nostalgia. Sin embargo, luego la contrariedad le crispó el semblante. -¿Por qué? ¿Te dan puntos extra como guardiana?

I'd rather spend my life alone than with someone who isn't you.

You don't need a modeling campaign to be beautiful to me," said Micah gallantly.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I'd live in such fear of losing another person. Was that how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such a panic? I

wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.

Hey Rose, welcome back. You still breaking hearts?" "Are you volunteering?" His

Adrian kept sending me e-mails, asking me to rescue him (while also offering unsolicited dating advice). Ms. Terwilliger continued her passive aggressive attempts to teach me magic. Eddie continued in his fierce dedication to Jill. And Angeline continued her not-so-subtle advances on Eddie.

The only thing true about what you just said was the storybook damsel part—and that's only because you're pretty enough to be one. Not the distress thing. Everything else you just said was ridiculous. You're not helpless.

You've got a lot to say for a drunk guy.