Quotes About Richelle Mead

Is it possible to specialize in more than one element?" She laughed and shook her head. "No. Too much power. No one could handle all that magic, not without losing her mind." Oh. Great.

Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.

Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.

Avery's tone was grand and high-pitched." And, since I've been hanging out with you, Dad's decided I'm on good behavior now." "Poor oblivious bastard," murmured Christian.

Smug, I looked back at Tatiana. "Isn´t eighteen the legal voting age?" Checkmate, bitch.

Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.? I appreciated the support.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

Your... Your aura. It's... amazing. It's shining. I mean, it always shines, but today... Well I've never seen anything like it. I didn't expect that after everything that happened.' I shifted around uncomfortably. If I lit up around Dimitri normally, what on earth happened to my aura post-sex?

You will not! It's wrong." "What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?

The queen's guards might have been the best of the best, but Dimitri . . . well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me.

Adrian," she interrupted. "Didn't you just say I'm brilliant and always know everything? Then trust me on this." "Always," I said, letting her pull me back down to her. "Always.

My commentary's hilarious, not witty.

Oh, and I'm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you're in St. Louis.

Do what? Come up with a clever pun referencing Jerome's demonic status? The truth is, I usually keep a stash of them on hand and—

Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully. "Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let's say, more open-minded ones?

I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.

Tawny," I barked. My voice held the authority of a drill sergeant. She jumped. "I am NOT making out with you until the end of time. You want to do this, then you've got to work for it. Now, TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES." "Oh," said Hugh. "I've waited ten years to hear you say that to another woman.

Violence isn't the answer to your problems," he said sagely. "She's the one with the problem. And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence is the answer.

Adrian: I can visit people in their dreams. Christian: Stop. I can feel there is a comment coming on about how women already dream about you. I just ate, you know.

Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie's but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian's, of course. No one's eyes were that amazingly green.

What's this? It looks like a lily." "It is," he said. "No offense, but this lily is kind of more badass than yours. If the Alchemists want to buy the rights to this and start using it, I'm willing to negotiate.

I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

What'd did I tell you?" muttered Adrian. He has no fuzzy affection for his father. "De-lightful.

You know how to make turkey? How would you have learnt that?" From what I knew, most dhampirs stayed nearly year-round at their schools from an early age. Not a lot of culinary time. "Hey," he said, straight-faced. "All knowledge is worth having." Jill laughed. "He wouldn't tell me either.