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Whether it's simply some fierce animaljoining of mates or a sublime mergingof souls, she is mine, and I am hers. By Richelle Mead Souls Mine Simply Fierce Animaljoining

Angeline's gaze swiveled to Zoe."Why didn't you have us pick upsomething?""Because that's not my job!" Zoelifted her head up high. "We're here tokeep Jill's cover and make sure she stays off the radar. It's not my job tofeed you guys.""In which sense?" I asked. I knewperfectly well that was a mean thing tosay to her but couldn't resist. It took her a moment to pick up the double meaning.First she paled; then she turned an angry red."Neither! I'm not your concierge.Neither is Sydney. I don't know why shealways takes care of that stuff for you.She should only be dealing with thingsthat are essential for your survival.Ordering pizza isn't one of them."I faked a yawn and leaned back intothe couch. "Maybe she figures if we'rewell fed, you two won't look thatappetizing."Zoe was too horrified to respond,and Eddie shot me a withering look. By Richelle Mead Zoe Angeline Upsomething Gaze Swiveled

Hey. She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Concidering the antagonism the sometimes flared up between us, that was almost on par with him giving me a bear hug. By Richelle Mead Hey Knee Propped Christian Open

I won't lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop."I'm no expert," I began, choosing my words carefully. "Well - actually, I am. And I'm pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that. By Richelle Mead Lie Reading Walking Stop Expert

I smiled at her, but that brooding cloud still hung over me, even as I lay there so full of happiness. 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 brought my face a mere whisper from hers. "I love you so much."She blinked in that way I'd come to recognize, when she was afraid she might cry. "I love you too. Hey." She slid one of her hands up and rested it on my cheek. "Don't look like that. Everything's going to be okay. The center will hold.""How do you know?""Because we are the center. By Richelle Mead Love Happiness Thought Smiled Brooding

Rose," Alberta said, leaning toward me. "I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not going to give you lectures or demand any explanations. Honestly, since you aren't my student anymore, I don't have the right to ask or tell you anything." "You can lecture," I told her. "I've always respected you and want to hear what you have to say." The ghost of a smile flashed on her face. "All right, here it is. You screwed up." "Wow. You weren't kidding about bluntness." "The reasons don't matter. You shouldn't have left. You shouldn't have dropped out. Your education and training are too valuable - no matter how much you think you know - and you are too talented to risk throwing away your future." I almost laughed. "To tell you the truth? I'm not sure what my future is anymore." "Which is why you need to graduate." "But I dropped out." She snorted. "Then drop back in!" "I - what? How?" "With paperwork. Just like everything else in the world. By Richelle Mead Alberta Rose Leaning Anymore Dropped

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.' 'Only one, huh?' I spoke lightly, but his words had thrilled me. He'd meant what he said about thinking those were wonderful traits, and feeling his pride in me meant more than anything just then. By Richelle Mead Wonderful Meant Love Fire Drives

Are you sure?" he said. His tone was lighter now, turning him back into the Adrian I knew. "Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding. By Richelle Mead Adrian Sugarplum Turning Knew Tone

Adrian gave the picture a nod of approval before handing me the phone. "Okay, even I can admit that's pretty cute."I found myself overanalyzing the comment. What had he meant in saying 'even he' could admit it? That I was cute for a human? Or that I had just met some kind of Adrian hot-girl criteria? By Richelle Mead Phone Gave Picture Nod Approval

Honestly, half the reason I like you is because you're so ... I don't know. You like life." He looked away from my eyes, amused as his thoughts spun, considering. "You're fearless. Bold. Not afraid to enjoy yourself. You just go out there and do what you want. I like the whirlwind you exist in. I envy it. It's funny, really." He smiled. "I used to think I wanted someone exactly like me, but now I think I'd be bored to death with another version of myself. I'm surprised I don't bore you sometimes."I gaped. "Are you kidding? You're the most interesting person I know. Aside from Hugh maybe. But then, he installs breast implants and buys souls. That's a hard combination to beat. But he's not nearly as cute. By Richelle Mead Honestly Half Reason Life Eyes

Observing is not the same as experiencing.' Li Wei gestures angrily at my stump. 'You sit there and judge others from a safe distance every day. You assume because you watch us, you understand us. But you don't. By Richelle Mead Observing Experiencing Wei Stump Gestures

You're a terrible liar, Sage, but I'm still touched you'd attempt it for mysake. A for effort. By Richelle Mead Sage Liar Mysake Terrible Touched

Hey," he replied. "You look beautiful today."I glanced down and laughed. Along with my limited wardrobe, I was also discovering that not doing laundry decreased my clothing options even further. I was in jeans and a plain black T-shirt today, and my hair had been lucky to get a quick brushing, let alone any real styling. I'd overslept and figured beachcombing didn't require much primping anyway."Liar," I said. "I practically rolled out of bed this morning.""You forget that I've seen you in just about every state imaginable. You don't have to have every detail primped and perfect. You're beautiful even when you're disheveled. Sometimes more so. By Richelle Mead Hey Replied Beautiful Liar Tshirt

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.""If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right." I jerked open the door. "Good night, Adrian.""I'll see you soon.""Not likely. I told you, I'm not into older guys."I walked into the lodge. As the door closed, I just barely heard him call behind me, "Sure, you aren't. By Richelle Mead Smoke Line Caught Laughing Thinking

It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled."I suppose that's fair." 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. By Richelle Mead Smoke Late Headache Growled Fair

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. -Adrian to Rose By Richelle Mead Hathaway Rose Wait Adrian Clothes

Adrian Ivashkov: "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."Rose Hathaway: "If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right. By Richelle Mead Rose Hathaway Ivashkov Adrian Wait

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always 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. She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She'd done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life. By Richelle Mead Cheeks Tousled Sat Flushed Golden

Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing."Don't," said Adrian, his eyes ablaze and breathing ragged."What if there's a crisis at school?" I asked. "What if Angeline 'accidentally' stole one of the campus buses and drove it into the library?""Why would she do that?""Are you saying she wouldn't?"He sighed. "Go check it. By Richelle Mead Hungrily Hips Lips Met Clever

What?" he asked."I don't know. Just thinking about flowers. And impressing people. I mean, how strange is it that we bring plant sex organs to people we're attracted to? What's up with that? It's a weird sign of affection."His dark eyes lit up, like he'd just discovered something surprising and delightful. "Is it any weirder than giving chocolate, which is supposed to be an aphrodisiac? Or what about wine? A 'romantic' drink that really just succeeds in lowering the other person's inhibitions.""Hmmm, It's like people are trying to be both subtle and blatant at the same time. Like, they won't actually go up and say, 'Hey, I like you, lets get together.' Instead, they're like, 'Here, have some plant genitalia and aphrodisiacs. By Richelle Mead Asked People Plant Hmmm Hey

I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," I growledVictor smiled through the pain and the blood. "Of course you have. I used to think Belikov was the savage one, but it's really you, isn't it? You're the animal with no control, no higher reasoning except to fight and kill."I clenched his shirt and leaned him over him. "Me? I'm not the one who tortured Lissa for my own benefit. I'm not the one who turned my daughter Strigoi. And I'm sure as hell not the one who used compulsion to kidnap a fifteen-year-old girl! By Richelle Mead Time Blood Wanting Long Growledvictor

Sydney," Adrian interrupted, cupping my face in his hands. "Never, ever think like that. I don'tregret anything we've faced. Being with you is the best thing that's ever happened to me, the oneperfect decision I've made in a lifetime of fumbling and poor judgment. I'd go through it all again tobe by your side. Never doubt that. Never doubt how I feel about you.""Oh, Adrian," I said, letting him wrap me in his arms, surprised at the bubble of emotion wellingup within me.He held me tightly. "I love you. If anything, I can't believe you gave up everything you did to bewith me. You changed your whole life for me.""My life didn't even begin until I met you," I told him fiercely. By Richelle Mead Sydney Adrian Interrupted Cupping Hands

I don't want to. Believe me. But I can't help it. Rose said in time, I'll learn the control to keep his feelings out, but I can't do it now. And he has so much, Sydney. So much feeling. He feels everything so strongly - love, grief, anger. His emotions are up and down, all over the place. What happened between him and Rose ... it tears him apart. By Richelle Mead Rose Sydney Love Grief Anger

It's so nice to see you again," he said. He spoke as though it had been a while, and I nodded in agreement. As I'd assured Stanton, Adrian knew too much familiarity between us might create a trail back to Jill. "Did I just hear you two talking about building good relationships?"I was tongue-tied, so Ian answered. "That's right. We're here to make things friendlier between our people." His voice, however, was most decidedly unfriendly.Adrian nodded with all seriousness, like he hadn't noticed Ian's hostility. "I think it's a great idea. And I thought of something that would be an excellent gesture of our future together." Adrian's expression was innocent, but there was a mischievous sparkle in his eye that I "knew all too well. He held out his hand to me. "Would you like to dance? By Richelle Mead Nice Ian Adrian Stanton Jill

I loved Aeson. You have no idea what love is.""Oh, I do. I know that it's the best high and the worst hurt all at the same time - not to mention confusing as hell. By Richelle Mead Aeson Loved Time Hell Idea

Whoa." Adrian leapt up and rushed to Jill's side. "You need to let this go. What, are you going to start a fight with some girl?" Reed turned his glare on Adrian. "Stay out of this." "The hell I will! You're crazy." If anyone had asked me to make up a list of people most likely to risk a fight in defense of a lady's honor, Adrian Ivashkov would have been low on that list. Yet there he stood, face hard and hand sitting protectively on Jill's shoulder. I was in awe. And impressed. By Richelle Mead Whoa Adrian Jill Fight List

I really don't care what you do, but maybe it'll keep you busy enough that you'll stop coming over here unannunced and throwing yourself at creatures of darkness. By Richelle Mead Darkness Care Busy Stop Coming

I couldn't remember the cats' names any better than the dogs'. Four of them were named after the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and all I could really recall was that Famine ironically weighed about thirty pounds. By Richelle Mead Dogs Remember Cats Apocalypse Horsemen

Being with you is the best thing that's ever happened to me, the one perfect decision I've made in a lifetime of fumbling and poor judgment. I'd go through it all again to be by your side. Never doubt that. Never doubt how I feel about you. By Richelle Mead Judgment Thing Happened Perfect Decision

Adrian." I laid my hand over his an felt a warm spark of connection. He jerkedd his head toward me in astonishment. "Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a longe time ... and it's all good."Adrian looked away form me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. "Sorry." I'd probably freaked him out.He glanced back up at me. "Best thing that's happened to me all day. Let's hit the road. By Richelle Mead Adrian Hand Connection Laid Felt

Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while your sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful women? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good ... especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration ... mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "Dead sexy. By Richelle Mead Sweat Leaning Thoughtfully Bad Wall

Rose, you're wise in so many ways ... and so young in others. By Richelle Mead Rose Wise Young

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I look at him ... and I remember how it was when I kissed him and felt that love. It makes me want that back. I want to feel it again. I want to return to it. Other times though ... other times, I'm so scared. I listen to these guys ... and to Jerome ... and then the doubts gnaw at me. I can't get them out of my head. We've been sleeping together, you know. Literally. It hasn't been a problem so far, but sometimes I lie awake watching him, thinking this can't last. The longer it does ... I feel like ... like I'm standing on a high wire, with Seth at one end and me at the other. We're trying to reach each other, but one misstep, one breeze, one side-glance, and I'll fall over the edge. And keep falling and falling."Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered. By Richelle Mead Times Feel Love Jerome Remember

And motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief By Richelle Mead Moroi Suit Motioned Spot Middleaged

Please, ma'am. Please help me. You seem like someone who really appreciates knowledge and learning, and I'd be so grateful if you'd share just a little of your wisdom.""Why should I help?" she asked. I could tell she was intrigued, though. Flattery really could get you places. "You don't have any superior knowledge to offer me.""Because I'm superior in other things. Help me, and I'll ... I'll fix your car out front. I'll change the tire.That threw her off. "You're in a skirt.""I'm offering you what I can. Manual labor in exchange for wisdom.""I don't believe you can do it," she said after several long moments.I crossed my arms. "It's an eyesore.""You have fifteen minutes," she snapped."I only need ten. By Richelle Mead Maam Wisdom Knowledge Superior Learning

Maybe everyone else thinks your aversion to food is cute- but not me. I've watched you watch Jill. Here's some tough love: you will never, ever have her body. Ever. It's impossible. She's Moroi. You're human. That's biology. You have a great one, one that most humans would kill for- and you'd look even better if you put on a little weight. Five pounds would be a good start. Hide the ribs. Get a bigger bra size By Richelle Mead Cute Aversion Food Jill Moroi

Do you know anything about silent films?" "Sure," I said. "The first ones were developed in the late nineteenth century and sometimes had live musical accompaniment, though it wasn't until the 1920s that sound became truly incorporated into films, eventually making silent ones obsolete in cinema. By Richelle Mead Films Silent Accompaniment Eventually Cinema

It's not goodbye, little dhampir. I'll see you in your dreams. By Richelle Mead Goodbye Dhampir Dreams

I smiled at him. Leaning down, I kissed him gently. He probably thought I was doing it for the reasons I always did, out of attraction and desire. In truth, it was a goodbye kiss. His mouth answered mine, his lips warm and eager. I held out the kiss a little longer, both to fight back the tears leaking out of my eyes and to lull him into an unsuspecting state. My hand closed around the chair leg, which I'd hidden in my hoodie pocket.I would never forget Dimitri, not for the rest of my life. And this time, I wouldn't forget his lessons. By Richelle Mead Smiled Kiss Forget Leaning Gently

Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you ... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero. By Richelle Mead Terrible Wine Babies Dorian Elegantly

Smiling, I cut across the quadrangle toward the commons. I felt better about life than I had in a very long time. We could do this, Lissa and me. We could do this together. By Richelle Mead Smiling Commons Cut Quadrangle Lissa

It was the same Dimitri from long ago, the fierce one who was willing to risk his life for what was right. I almost wished he'd go back to being annoying, distant Dimitri, the one who told me to stay away. Seeing him now brought back too many memories -not to mention the attraction I thought I'd smashed. Now, with that passion all over him, he seemed sexier than ever. He'd worn that same intensity when we'd fought together. Even when we'd had sex. This was the way Dimitri was supposed to be: powerful and in charge. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Ago Long Fierce Risk

But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible. By Richelle Mead Answered End Line Picked Voicemail

But I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love. - Rose Hathaway By Richelle Mead Realized Place Matter Rose Hathaway

Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl." I felt my hackles going up. "And don't interrogate me, old man. By Richelle Mead Abe Head Altogether Shook Smile

So, " Nathan said, attention focused on Adrian, "now that Vasilisa's graduated, what are you going to do with yourself? You aren't going to keep slumming with high school students, are you? There's no point in you being there anymore. " "I don't know, " said Adrian lazily. "I kind of like hanging out with them. They think I'm funnier than I really am. " "Unsurprising, " his father replied. "You aren't funny at all. It's time you do something productive. If you aren't going to go back to college, you should at least start sitting in on some of the family business meetings. Tatiana spoils you, but you could learn a lot from Rufus. " "True, " said Adrian deadpan."I'd really like to know how he keeps his two mistresses a secret from his wife. " "Adrian!" snapped Daniella, a flush spilling over her pale cheeks By Richelle Mead Nathan Vasilisa Adrian Attention Graduated

About time," Christian said. "Lissa and Adrian get the market share on worrying about you, but they're not the only ones. And someone needs to put Adrian in his place, you know. I can't do it all the time." "Thanks. It kills me to say this, but I missed you too. No one's sarcasm compares to yours in Russia. By Richelle Mead Christian Adrian Time Lissa Russia

That's smart. Once Sonya's able to talk, we'll need to move." He smiled. "Sydney's turning into a battle mastermind.""Hey, she's not in charge here," I teased. "She's just a soldier.""Right." He lightly brushed his fingers against my cheek. "Sorry, Captain.""General," I corrected, catching my breath at that brief touch. By Richelle Mead Smart Hey Captain General Sonya

Dimitri must have grown tired of waiting for me. He leapt out, hand again going for my neck. And again I evaded, letting my shoulder take the brunt of the hit. This time he held on to my shoulder. He jerked me toward him, triumph flaring in those red eyes. In the sort of space we were in, this was probably all he needed to kill me. He had what he wanted.Apparently, though, he wasn't the only one who wanted me. Another Strigoi, maybe thinking he'd help Dimitri, pushed toward us and reached for me. Dimitri bared his fangs, giving the other Strigoi a look of pure hatred and fury."Mine!" Dimitri hissed. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Grown Tired Waiting Strigoi

Death. Starvation. Blindness. Another grim day in our village. By Richelle Mead Death Starvation Blindness Village Grim

This isn't over. I won't give up on you.""I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has."I stared at him in disbelief. All this time, he'd never phrased it like that. His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster of how it had scarred him from love. I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has.I backed up, the sting of those words hitting me as hard as if he'd slapped me. Something shifted in his features, like maybe he knew how much he'd hurt me. I didn't stick around to see. Instead, I pushed my way out of the aisle and ran out the doors in the back, afraid that if I stayed any longer, everyone in the church would see me cry. By Richelle Mead Love Fades Mine Back You

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Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either. By Richelle Mead Christian Parents Family Lived Shadow

Honestly," continued Isaiah, watching Christian, "I can't decide which I want more: to kill you or have you join us. Either option offers its own amusements.""Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?" asked Christian. By Richelle Mead Isaiah Christian Honestly Continued Watching

It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own. By Richelle Mead Face Occurred Standing Hero Love

Weirdly, an image of Adrian's Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping itapart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better. By Richelle Mead Weirdly Adrian Love Image Painting

Why? It doesn't hurt you or anything. I told you I won't bother you if you don't want me to. And if you do, well, I'm all about that. So what's it matter if I just love you from afar?" I didn't entirely know. "Because . . . because you can't! By Richelle Mead Hurt Told Bother Afar Matter

And he has so much, Sydney. So much feeling. He feels everything so strongly - love, grief, anger. His emotions are up and down, all over the place. By Richelle Mead Sydney Love Grief Anger Feeling

Know what it's like to feel like something's eating away at your mind?" I'd been about to tell him I needed to leave, but his words left me cold. I remembered Jill saying something similar when she was telling me about him and spirit. "No," I said honestly. "I don't know what it's like ... but to me, well, it's pretty much one of the most terrifying things I can imagine. My mind, it ... it's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with." I couldn't leave Adrian right now. I just couldn't. I texted to Brayden: Going to be a little longer than I thought. "It is terrifying," said Adrian. "And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows ... well, part of you knows something's not right. That your thinking's not right. But what do you By Richelle Mead Mind Feel Eating Adrian Leave

Are you okay with what we ordered?" Angeline asked him. "You didn't pipe up with any requests." Neil shook his head, face stoic. He kept his dark hair in a painfully short and efficient haircut. It was the kind of no-nonsense thing the Alchemists would've loved. "I can't waste time quibbling over trivial things like pepperoni and mushrooms. If you'd gone to my school in Devonshire, you'd understand. For one of my sophomore classes, they left us alone on the moors to fend for ourselves and learn survival skills. Spend three days eating twigs and heather, and you'll learn not to argue about any food coming your way." Angeline and Jill cooed as though that was the most rugged, manly thing they'd ever heard. Eddie wore an expression that reflected what I felt, puzzling over whether this guy was as serious as he seemed or just some genius with swoon-worthy lines. By Richelle Mead Ordered Angeline Thing Learn Devonshire

My muscles informed me they did not want to go through any more exercise today. So I suggest that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I'm pretty sure it was at me ... not with me. "Why is that funny?" "Oh," he said, his smile dropping. "You were serious.""Of course I was! Look, I've technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this training now? Let me go to bed." I whined. "It's just one hour.""How do you feel right now?""I hurt like hell.""You'll feel worse tomorrow.""So?""So, better get a jump on it while you still feel ... not as bad.""What kind of logic is that?" I retorted. By Richelle Mead Today Muscles Informed Exercise Feel

How do you feel?" asked Christian. His voice and his eyes as he peered at her were filled with so much affection that it seemed impossible she didn't notice. But then, she was a little preoccupied right now."Tired. Worn out. Like ... I don't know. Like I've been thrown around in a hurricane. Or run over by a car. Pick something horrible, and that's what I feel like. By Richelle Mead Christian Asked Tired Feel Notice

If you want some advice - which I'm sure you don't - you guys should lay off on the magic. Christian still thinks you're moving in on Lissa.""What?" he asked in mock astonishment. "Doesn't he know my heart belongs to you?""It does not. And no, he's still worried about it, despite what I've told him.""You know, I bet if we started making out right now, it would make him feel better.""If you touch me," I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the opportunity to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how badass you really are. By Richelle Mead Advice Magic Guys Lay Lissa

We've had to deal with so many complications. We're still dealing with them. And what can we do? Nothing - well, unless we take your side's point of view and make deals with the devil. But why? Why can't we make deals with God? People do all the time. 'God, if you do this for me, I promise to be good.' Stuff like that.Yeah, but I don't see any contracts like you guys have. No hard evidence that it works. How come we can only get things we want by being bad? Why can't we get them by being good? By Richelle Mead God Complications Deals Make Good

None of us are meant to be or do anything," he said. "We decide what we're going to be. You told me once that there are no victims here, that we all have the power to choose what we want.""Don't try to use my own words against me," I warned."Why?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. "They were damned good ones. You're not a victim. You're not a captive to that lily. You can be what you want. You can choose what you want.""You're right." I slipped away, finding no resistance from him at all. "And I don't choose you. That's what you're missing in all of this" - Sydney & Adrian, The Golden Lily By Richelle Mead Choose Meant Lily Want Sydney

Sure," said Adrian. "I bet going in there and kicking down the door will change their minds. Take Rose with you, and you guys'll make a really good impression. By Richelle Mead Adrian Minds Rose Impression Bet

I survived the whole day guarding Lissa, and you guys said I did a good job. Then, I get back here and meet my downfall in the form of a bench. By Richelle Mead Lissa Job Survived Day Guarding

Rose turned to me. "Did she just speak to him in Spanish?" "Yeah," I said. "She only speaks to him in Spanish, actually. It was in some parenting book she read about kids learning a second language. By Richelle Mead Spanish Rose Yeah Turned Speak

No," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close."I stopped, laughing softly. "You don't strike me as the assaulting type, Mortensen.""Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything. By Richelle Mead Voice Husky Mortensen Yeah Thick

Because I'm superior in other things. Help me, and I'll ... I'll fix your car out front. I'll change your tire."That threw her off. "You're in a skirt" "I'm offering you what I can. Manual labor in exchange for wisdoms." "I don't believe you can do it," she said after several long moments. I crossed my arms. "It's an eyesore.""You have fifteen minutes." "I only need ten." Naturally Adian felt the need to "supervise" my work. "Are you going to get made if I tell you how hot this Is? By Richelle Mead Things Superior Front Adian Fix

Jesus," I said. "That was bad."Seth looked startled - and then hurt. "Bad?""No, not performance bad - more like dirty, wicked bad. The kind of stuff that gets an R rating.""What, we can't do that?" He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck."Well, yeah ... er, well, damn it. We're not supposed to be. Not at all. It's just that last time, it was like ... I don't know. It was making love. This time it was ... ""Fucking?" he supplied."Oh God," I groaned. "Seth Mortensen just said 'fucking' out loud. The end times are near. By Richelle Mead Bad Jesus Fucking Seth Time

Avery worries about her, too, so Lissa's in good hands. Avery's pretty amazing."I gave him a scathing look. "Amazing? Do you like her or something?" I hadn't forgotten Avery's comment about leaving the door unlocked for him. "Of course I like her. She's a great person.""No, I mean like. Not like.""Oh, I see," he said, rolling his eyes. "We're dealing with elementary school definitions of 'like'. By Richelle Mead Lissa Avery Hands Worries Good

No, you 'will' listen. For once, you're going to hear something that doesn't fit into you neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn't reasonable. If you're terrified, believe me- this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her- but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I'm around you, I want to be better because ... well, because it feels right. Because 'I' want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, ever word, every glance. I look at you, and you're like ... like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don't even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are of how brightly you shine. -Adrian Ivashkov, pg. 415 By Richelle Mead Listen Word Beautiful Rose Neat

And then . . . we're going to get in my car."I waited for him to elaborate on a destination. "And?"He gently kissed the nape of my neck. "What do you think?"I couldn't help a small gasp of delight. "Oh, wow.""I know, right? I was racking my brain for the best present ever, and then I realized that nothing was going to rock your world more than you and me in your favorite place in the entire world."I swallowed. "I'm kind of embarrassed at how excited I am about that." Never had I guessed my love of cars would play a role in my sex life. Eddie was right. Something had happened to me."It's okay, Sage. We've all got our turn-ons.""You kind of ruined the surprise, though.""Nah. It's part of the gift: you getting to think about it for the next three days. By Richelle Mead Kind Sage Nah Car Destination

She reached out and touched the bright colors of the cashmere scarf, her face filled with wonder as much as shock. "This ... this is Ibrahim's scarf ... it's a family heirloom ... " "No, it belongs to this mobster guy named Abe ... [ ... ]"Mom," I said disbelievingly. "You know Abe.""Yes, Rose. I know him." "Please don't tell me ... " Oh, man. Why couldn't I have been an illegitimate half-royal like Robert Doru? Or even the mail-man's daughter? "Please don't tell me Abe is my father ... " She didn't have to tell me. It was all over her face."Oh God, " I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, even." That got her attention. She looked up at me. "What on earth are you talking about?" "Nothing," I said. By Richelle Mead Scarf Shock Reached Touched Bright

Lure him out. Send in a 'customer' with a message from me needing to meet him. I'm not the kind of person he can ignore-well, that he used to not-never mind. Once he's out, we can get him to a place we choose."I nodded. "I can do that.""No," said Dimitri. "You can't.""Why not?" I asked, wondering if he thought it was too dangerous for me."Because they'll know you're a dhampir the instant they see you. They'll probably smell it first. No Strigoi would have a dhampir working for him-only humans."There was an uncomfortable silence in the car."No!" said Sydney. "I am not doing that! By Richelle Mead Lure Customer Dhampir Dimitri Send

She took off her engagement andwedding rings and walked over to me. "I don't want anything to happen to these while I'm there."I clasped both of her hands in mine. "It's not the rings I'm worried about."A faint smile crossed her lips, and even though the face was different, there was a feel to that smilethat was uniquely Sydney. "I'll be fine ... but I want you to hold on to these for me until I get back.""Deal," I said in a low voice that only she could hear, "but I get to put them back on you.""Okay," she said."On my knees," I added."Okay.""And we both have to be nake - ""Adrian," she said warningly."We'll discuss the terms later," I said with a wink. By Richelle Mead Engagement Andwedding Walked Rings Sydney

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. By Richelle Mead Part Lied Pressing Forehead Kiss

I also never would have imagined I'd quote back a church lesson, but when the rest of the crowd stood up to take communion, I found myself saying to Dimitri: "Don't you think that if God can supposedly forgive you, it's kind of egotistical for you not to forgive yourself?""How long have you been waiting to use that line on me?" he asked."Actually, it just came to me. Pretty good, huh? I bet you thought I wasn't paying attention.""You weren't. You never do. You were watching me. By Richelle Mead Forgive Dimitri God Lesson Communion

Wait for me. Be strong, and I'll be strong too. I'll fight my way out of whatever they've got in store. I won't forget you. I won't ever turn my back on you, no matter what lies I have to tell them. Our center will hold. By Richelle Mead Wait Strong Store Fight Hold

No," he said. "I don't want you to suffer. Much. But the next time you're in bed with Belikov, stop a moment and remember that not everyone made out as well as you did."I turned back to face him. "Adrian, I never - ""Not just me, little dhampir," he added quietly. "There's been a lot of collateral damage along the way while you battled against the world. I was a victim, obviously. But what about Jill? What happens to her now that you've abandoned her to the royal wolves? And Eddie? Have you thought about him? And where's your Alchemist? By Richelle Mead Adrian Belikov Suffer Jill Eddie

You had your heart broken much?"He paused. "Of course. Everyone does. Part of life.""Tell me her name. I'll kick her ass. I don't want anyone hurting you."He rested his face against my hair, his tone even and gentle when he spoke. "You're wondrous and powerful and gifted, but even you can't save me from hurting. No one can do that for anyone. I can make things perfect in the fictions I create, but the real world isn't so kind. That's just how it is. And anyway, for every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.""Like what?""Like little blonde nieces. And royalty checks. And you. By Richelle Mead Paused Heart Broken Hurting Things

She scanned the room, and her grin broadened when she saw Christian. She then sought me out. Her smile for him had been affectionate; mine was a bit humorous. I smiled back, wondering what she would say to me if she could."What's so funny?" asked Dimitri, looking down at me with amusement."I'm just thinking about what Lissa would say if we still had the bond."In a very bad breach of protocol, he caught hold of my hand and pulled me toward him. "And?" he asked, wrapping me in an embrace."I think she'd ask,'What have we gotten ourselves into?'""What's the answer?" His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt completeness. I had that missing piece of my world back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back-my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person."I don't know," I said, leaning against his chest. "But I think it's going to be good. By Richelle Mead Christian Room Scanned Grin Broadened

Sydney, don't leave Adrian because of me.""It's more complicated than that," I said automatically."It's really not," she said. "From everything I've seen and heard, you're just afraid. You've always controlled every detail of your life. When you couldn't-like with the Alchemists-you found a way to seize back that control.""There is nothing wrong with wanting control," I snapped."Except that we can't always have it, and sometimes that is a good thing. A great thing, even," she added. "And that's how it is with Adrian. No matter how hard you try, you aren't going to be able to control your feelings for him. You can't help loving him, and so you're running away. I'm just an excuse. By Richelle Mead Sydney Automatically Adrian Leave Complicated

I wished the kiss could have gone on forever. Breaking the embrace, he ran a few fingers through my hair and down my cheek. He stepped back toward the door."I'll see you later, Roza""At our next practice?" I asked. "We are starting those up again, right? I mean, you still have things to teach me.""Yes. Lots of things. By Richelle Mead Forever Wished Kiss Roza Things

Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard."Because I want you."I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him.I let go.[ ... ]I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasn't as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one."That's what I was supposed to say ... " he gasped out. By Richelle Mead You Smile Stake Wrong Softly

Shouldn't that be flipped right-side up?" I asked. "No," she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, "You will destroy that which is undead." I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. "Wait, that's it?" She nodded. "That's what the cards say to me. By Richelle Mead Flipped Rightside Cards Wait Asked

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. By Richelle Mead Tawny Barked Sergeant Clothes Hugh

We need change. I mean, our traditions are important. We shouldn't give up on those. But sometimes, I think we're misguided.""Misguided?""As time's gone on, we've gone along with other changes. We've evolved. Computers. Electricity. Technology in general. We all agree those make our lives better. Why can't we be the same in the way we act? Why are we still clinging to the past when there are better ways to do things? By Richelle Mead Misguided Change Changes Important Traditions

Well he didn't treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things.""Like ... " I hesitated. "Blood-whore things?""Like beating-her-up kinds of things" he replied flatly."Oh God," I said "That's horrible. And she ... she just let it happen?""She did." The corner of his mouth turned into a sly, sad smile. "But I didn't""Tell me, tell me you beat the crap out of him"His smile grew, "I did. By Richelle Mead Treat Mother Things Horrible Bloodwhore

That's not what I meant! What happened?"He shrugged. "I told the truth.""Adrian!""I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people.""That not bad," I admitted."Then she asked me what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start.'""Adrian! By Richelle Mead Adrian Meant Asked Greatest Happened

Because he likes you, Melbourne. That's what guys do. They buy dinner and gifts, hoping that in return you'll - um, like them back. By Richelle Mead Melbourne Gifts Hoping Back Guys

Other people spoke, and I tried to keep up with the translations. All the stories were about Dimitri's kindness and strength of character. Even when not out battling the undead, Dimitri had always been there to help those who needed it. Almost everyone could recall sometime that Dimitri had stepped up to help others, going out of his way to do what was right, even in situations that could put him at risk. That was no surprise to me. Dimitri always did the right thing.And it was that attitude that had made me love him so much. I had a similar nature. I too rushed in when others needed me, sometimes when I shouldn't have. Others called me crazy for it, but Dimitri had understood. He'd always understood me, and part of what we'd worked on was how to temper that impulsive need to run into danger with reason and calculation. I had a feeling no one else in this world would ever understand me like he did. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Spoke Translations People Needed

Rose: "I was testing dorm security. It sucks."Dimitri: "You must be freezing. Do you want my coat?"Rose: "I'm fine. What are you doing out here? Are you testing security too?"Dimitri: "I am security. This is my watch."Rose: "Well, good work. I'm glad I was able to help test your awesome skills."- Rose Hathaway and Dimitri Belikov (Shadow Kiss) By Richelle Mead Rose Dimitri Security Dorm Testing

Having your beautiful woman free and uncovered, for all to see, with everyone knowing that she's with who she chooses - you - and that no one else, no matter how much they want her or lust for her, can lay a finger on her." He focussed on Mae. "Tell Hansen what you studied in school."She wasn't expecting the question and presumed he wasn't talking about her military training. "Music," she said.Hansen, however, was one step behind. "You went to school?""All our women do," said Justin. "They can learn what they want, take on what professions they want, and be with the men they want. We don't cover them up either. We let them show off their beauty. And we don't let men who are full of themselves crush others who've done the work. A man who serves gets his rewards. They aren't snatched up by others. By Richelle Mead Uncovered Chooses Beautiful Woman Free

Don't be too hasty," she warned. "Conserve your strength. If you're too eager to fight the undead, you may find yourselves joining them. Then you'd never see us again, and we'd be very sad." "Yes," said Christian. "I'd cry into my pillow every night." I resisted the urge to kick him. "Well, I couldn't visit if I was Strigoi, yeah, but hopefully I'd just die a normal death. Then I could come see you as a ghost. By Richelle Mead Hasty Warned Conserve Christian Strength

As I watched all the problems you were struggling with, I realized how much you meant to me. It changed everything. I was worried about you - so, so worried. You have no idea. And it became useless to try to act like I could ever put any Moroi life above yours. It's not going to happen, no matter how wrong others say it is. And so I decided that's something I have to deal with. Once I made that decision ... there was nothing to hold us back." He hesitated, seeming to replay his words as he brushed my hair from my face. "Well, to hold me back. I'm speaking for myself. I don't mean to act like I know exactly why you did it.""I did it because I love you," I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And really, it was. By Richelle Mead Watched Problems Struggling Realized Meant

Dimitri is dead," she said. It was a statement, not a question, but she was looking to me for confirmation. I wondered if I'd given away something, some hint that there was still more to the story. Or maybe she just needed the certainty of those words. And for a moment, I considered telling them that Dimitri was dead. It was what the Academy would tell them, what the guardians would tell them. It would be easier on them ... but somehow, I couldn't stand to lie to them - even if it was a comforting lie. Dimitri would have wanted the whole truth, and his family would too. "No," I said, and for a heartbeat, hope sprang up in everyone's faces - at least until I spoke again. "Dimitri's a Strigoi. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Dead Lie Academy Statement

No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza. By Richelle Mead Roza Call Good Time

I wrote: I never doubted. Would you believe I made a breakthrough with charms too?Her response came fast. Of course I believe it. When do you get back?Early evening. Can you come over?I'll try. We need to celebrate.Should I get champagne and cake ready?Get your bed ready.Wear the black bra.I didn't plan on wearing one."God help me," I murmured, earning a surprised glance from Neil. By Richelle Mead Wrote Doubted Early Fast God

I have to get back there." I said to Adrian. "Into that door."He arched an eyebrow. "What, like sneaking in? How very black ops of you. And oh, you know - dangerous and foolish.""I know." I said, surprised at how calm I sounded as I admitted that. "But I have to know something, and this may be my only chance.""Then I'll go with you in case that guy comes back," he said with a sigh. "Never let it be said Adrian Ivashkov doesn't help damsels in distress. By Richelle Mead Adrian Back Ivashkov Door Eyebrow

And you think that's it? All is forgiven and he'll just be cool with me having Storm King's grandchildren because we're all united in some super team? That's naive."Dorian's face suddenly hardened. "Equally naive is the thought that I would carelessly allow him to do anything to you or your children. How many times do I have to convince you of my protection? Do you really think that if he comes back here and attempts to harm one hair on your head, I'll allow it? Eugenie, if he so much as looks at you in a way I don't like, Rurik and his conspirators over there won't have a chance to act because I'll have long since run that bastard kitsune through myself." Dorian's tone astonishingly became light and easy again. "Now then. I wonder where we'll be making camp tonight. By Richelle Mead Dorian Storm King Equally Team

It was with some surprise that I saw that the person waiting for me at the airport's exit was Adrian. A grin spread over my face, and I picked up the pace. I threw my arms around him, astonishing both of us. "I have never been happier to see you in my life," I said. He squeezed me tightly and then let me go, regarding me admiringly. "The dreams never do justice to real life, little dhampir. You look amazing.""And you look ... " I studied him. He was dressed as nicely as always. His dark brown hair had that crafted messiness he liked, but his face - ah, well. As I'd noted before, Simon had gotten a few good punches on him. One of Adrian's eyes was swollen and ringed with bruises. Nonetheless, thinking about him and everything he'd done ... Well, none of the flaws mattered. " ... Gorgeous." "Liar," he said."Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?" "It's a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly. By Richelle Mead Surprise Person Waiting Airport Exit

You know what we need?"I was sitting between Eddie and Lissa, on our flight from Seattle to Fairbanks. As the shortest-marginally-and the mastermind, I'd gotten stuck with the middle seat."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? By Richelle Mead Lissa Fairbanks Eddie Seattle Asked

It's only their fight club, Liss," I said, having no need for her side of the conversation, "Nothing's going on. They're going to talk punches and kicking and other boring stuff." Well, actually that stuff was pretty sweet, but I wasn't about to glorify Christian and Mia hanging out."Maybe now nothing's going on," she growled, staring stonily ahead. "But who knows what could happen? They spend time together, practice some physical moves, one thing leads to another - ""That's ridiculous," I said. "That kind of stuff isn't romantic at all."Another lie, seeing as that was exactly how my relationship with Dimitri had begun. Again, best not to mention that. By Richelle Mead Liss Club Conversation Stuff Fight

Love is . . ." An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he'd been gone less than a day, but I couldn't get him or the ways he described love out of my head. ". . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter's night. A star that guides you home. By Richelle Mead Love Adrian Chest Stupid Feeling

I didn't care at this point and busied myself texting a message to Sydney on the Love Phone, letting her know that my art was a paltry thing compared to the brilliance of her beauty. She texted back: This is me rolling my eyes. To which I replied: I love you too. By Richelle Mead Phone Sydney Letting Beauty Love

Ah, Eugenie. I know. We will be victorious, you and me. We're the strongest monarchs in this world. You and I will lead this army, and we will conquer the Rowan land. We'll split it between us, adding on to our kingdoms ... and from there, we can go anywhere. We could rule half this world together - all of this world - you and me. Kingdom after kingdom would fall to us ... By Richelle Mead Eugenie World Kingdom Rowan Victorious

I did it because he wasn't fair to you. Because you deserve credit for what you've done. Because he needs to realize you aren't the person he's always thought you were. He needs to see you for who you really are, not for all the ideas and preconceptions he's built up around you." The power in Adrian's gaze was so strong that I kept talking. I was nervous about meeting that stare in silence. Also, part of me was afraid that if I pondered my own words too hard, I'd discover they were just as much about my own father and me as Adrian and his. "It should have been enough for you to tell him who you are - show him who you are - but he wouldn't listen By Richelle Mead Fair Adrian Deserve Credit Realize

This isn't a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don't happen. By Richelle Mead Christmas Special Life World Miracles

I managed to ask a question that had been burning inside me. "Do you still love her? Rose?" Along with not knowing what it felt like to be in love, I also didn't know how long it took to recover from love.Adrian's smile faded. His gaze turned inward. "Yes. No. It's hard to get over someone like that. She had a huge effect on me, both good and bad. That's hard to move past. I try not to think about her much in terms of love and hate. Mostly I'm trying to get on with my life. With mixed results, unfortunately. By Richelle Mead Love Managed Question Burning Inside

But it's believed the soul can stay on earth for three to forty days after death. It eventually recieves temporary judgment that sends it on from this world to heaven or hell-although no one will truly experience either until the actual Judgment Day, when the soul and body are reunited to live out eternity as one. By Richelle Mead Death Soul Judgment Believed Stay

You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though. By Richelle Mead Adrian Dress Watch Clothes Assessment

It's okay. Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.""I can't. I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him.""You have. By Richelle Mead Sword Him Leave Protect

Until now, you have always lived your life alone. Every decision you've made has been for you and you alone. Now, and for the rest of your days, your life will be tied to another's. Every decision you make will be for both of you. What one does affects the other. You are a family, a team ... inseparable and unbreakable. By Richelle Mead Life Lived Decision Made Days

Hello," I said stiffly.His smile split into a full grin."So nice to see you again.""Always a pleasure." My lie sounded robotic, but hopefully it was better than sounding afraid."No,no," he said. "The pleasure's all mine.""If you say so,"I said. By Richelle Mead Grin Again Nono Stifflyhis Smile

I don't remember you being this reasonable before, " Lissa said."It's because everyone has different definitions of 'reasonable. ' Mine's just misunderstood, that's all. " Christian's voice was lofty. "I think you must be misunderstood a lot, " she laughed. His eyes held hers, and the smile on his face transformed into something warmer and softer. "Well, I hope this isn't misunderstood. Otherwise, I might get punched. " Leaning over, he brought his lips to hers. Lissa responded with no hesitation or thought whatsoever, losing herself in the sweetness of the kiss. By Richelle Mead Reasonable Said Lissa Mine Misunderstood

If you don't have anything useful to offer, then get out of here and let us wait until hunger weakens Sonya. And by get out of here, I meant: foolishly think you're going to leave so that I can knock your heads together and drag you back to the guardians. By Richelle Mead Sonya Offer Wait Hunger Weakens

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor. By Richelle Mead Worse Waiting Knowing Happen Captor

Seth's quote from his book:"And if I only couldI'd make a deal with God and I'd get Him to swap our places"-"Running up that Hill" by Kate Bush By Richelle Mead Running Hill Bush God Kate

Vladimir did great things - so could she. Besides, they come first, right?""Not always."I stared. I'd had they come first drilled into me since I was a child. It was what all guardians believed. Only the dhampirs who'd run away from their duty didn't subscribe to that. What he said was almost like treason."Sometimes, Rose, you have to know when to put yourself first. By Richelle Mead Vladimir Things Great Rose Always

We're the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever By Richelle Mead Goddamned Hottest Vampire Hunters

Nah, you always look good. As for me ... well, it's hard to explain. The auras are getting to me. There's so much sorrow around here. You can't even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It's overwhelming. It makes your dark aura downright cheerful. By Richelle Mead Nah Good Explain Hard Understand

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school's over on west campus."A pink flush spread over her cheeks. "Don't you ever touch me again. You screw with me, I'll screw you right back."Oh man, what an opening that was. By Richelle Mead Chest Crossed Arms Screw Lost

You'll be eighteen soon, but even so ... " He sighed. "When this comes out, a lot of people aren't going to be happy.""Yeah, well, they can deal." Rumors and gossip I could handle."I also have a feeling your mother's going to have a very ugly conversation with me.""You're about to face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of? By Richelle Mead Yeah Eighteen Strigoi Mother Sighed

You, know I'm the Queen's favorite great nephew, Well, yeah I'm her only great nephew, but that's not important, I'd still be her favorite ... By Richelle Mead Nephew Queen Great Yeah Important

Do you love him?There were only a few people in the world who could ask me such insanely personal questions without getting punched. Dimitri was one of them. By Richelle Mead Punched Love People World Insanely

Dimitri: "She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential - "Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?"Kirova: "Guardian Belikov is the Princess Lissa's guardian now, her sanctioned guardian."Rose: "You got cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa? By Richelle Mead Rose Wild Dimitri Disrespectful Potential

Everything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show. By Richelle Mead Entertainment Personal Stage Show World

The more people who know a secret, the more likely it is to leak. By Richelle Mead Secret Leak People

Dimitri's voice snapped my attention back to him. "That's Adrian Ivashkov." He said the name the same way everyone else did. "Yeah, I know.""This is the second time I've seen you with him.""Yeah," I replied glibly. "We hang out sometimes."Dimitri arched an eyebrow, then jerked his head back toward where we'd come from. "You hang out in his room a lot?"Several retorts popped into my head, and then a golden one took precedence. "What happens between him and me is none of your business." I managed a tone very similar to the one he'd used on me when making a similar comment about him and Tasha. "Actually, as long as you're at the Academy, what you do is my business.""Not my personal life. You don't have any say in that. By Richelle Mead Yeah Dimitri Ivashkov Voice Snapped

Don't worry, I won't bite. Well, at least not in the way you're afraid of. He chuckled at his own joke.- Christian Ozera. By Richelle Mead Worry Bite Christian Ozera Joke

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just defended Christian's honor. Isn't he a pain in the ass?Yes he is. But for the next 6 weeks he's MY pain in the ass. By Richelle Mead Christian Ass Honor Defended Pain

It was something of a mystery how a couple of teenage girls had managed to escape detection for two years, especially when one of them was a privileged Moroi princess and the other a delinquent dhampir with a disciplinary file so long that it broke school records. By Richelle Mead Moroi Years Records Mystery Couple

When we were almost to the other campus, I felt the weird nausea hit me. I called a warning to Christian, just as a Strigoi grabbed him. But Christian was fast. Flames wreathed the Strigoi's head. He screamed and released Christian, trying frantically to put the flames out. The Strigoi never saw me coming with the stake. The whole thing took under a minute. Christian and I exchanged looks.Yeah. We were badasses. By Richelle Mead Christian Strigoi Campus Felt Weird

So that's how you're going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea. By Richelle Mead Problem Dragomirs Fix Family Good

Rose Hathaway: "Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time."Mason Ashford: "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session."Rose Hathaway: "Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then."Eddie Castile: "It's always a good a time to think about you naked. By Richelle Mead Hathaway Hey Rose Mason Naked

He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes."I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too. By Richelle Mead Rose Sighed Focused Eyes Drowning

All the best,SydneyP.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car.P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are. By Richelle Mead Hurricane Red Named Night Evil

Love and Loyalty, run deeper than blood. Love that quote even though I haven't read the book. By Richelle Mead Loyalty Love Run Blood Deeper

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did."I frowned, "What's that?""Homework. By Richelle Mead Homework Did Frowned College Problem

That's pretty hot," he said."Punching me in the eye?""Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports.""I'm sure you are. By Richelle Mead Punching Said Eye Hot Pretty

What's your name?"what?" i asked, squinting at the light.your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.you know my name."I want you to tell me."Rose. Rose Hathaway."Do you know your birthday?"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine, By Richelle Mead Rose Asked Squinting Olendzki Lightyour

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. By Richelle Mead Adrian Ivashkov Story Story True

Boy is he pissed," said Adrian."Do you blame him?" asked Christian. "He just lost memerbship in the evil mastermind club. His brilliant plan fell apart, and now his daughter's missing when he thought she was somewhere safe."Adrian stayed pointedly silent. By Richelle Mead Adrian Christian Boy Pissed Asked

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Carrying Arms Imagining Thing

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do? By Richelle Mead Taco Called Unnatural Time Put

I'd realized then just how strong our connection was, how perfectly we understood each other. I'd been skeptical about people being soul mates in the past, but at that moment, I knew it was true. And the emotional connection had come a physical one. Dimitri and I had finally given in to the attraction. We'd sworn we never would, but... well, our feelings were just too strong. Staying away from each other had turned out to be impossible. ~Rose, Pg.74 By Richelle Mead Realized Perfectly Understood Connection Strong

Oh, so that's why you're up here. For a pity party.""This isn't a joke. I'm serious." I could tell Lissa was getting angry. It was trumping her earlier distress.He shrugged and leaned casually against the sloping wall. "So am I. I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first? How it's going to take you a whole day to be popular and loved again? How you'll have to wait a couple weeks before Hollister can ship out some new clothes? If you spring for rush shipping, it might not be so long. By Richelle Mead Pity Lissa Party Joke Hollister

The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time. By Richelle Mead Battle Cry Sort Gave Time

That was the best not-sex ever. By Richelle Mead Notsex

No, I can just read you. Finally. I can't believe how blind I was. I can't believe I never noticed. Victor's comment ... he was right." She glanced off at the sunset, then turned her gaze back on me. A flash of anger, both in her feelings and her eyes, hit me. "Why didn't you tell me?" she cried. "Why didn't you tell me you loved Dimitri? By Richelle Mead Read Finally Dimitri Noticed Blind

Guardian Belikov is the princess's guardian now," said Kirova, "Her sanctioned guardian.""You got cheap foreign labour to protect Lissa? By Richelle Mead Kirova Lissa Belikov Guardian Guardian

Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning.""Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?""I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though.""Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?""You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering.""Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this. By Richelle Mead Vipers Belikov Sick Evil Morning

Well, she was talking to me. That's enough to make anyone lose their temper. And I accused her of sleeping with my dad because he was the soundest evolutionary choice. By Richelle Mead Talking Temper Choice Make Lose

Look what we've done so far. We're pretty good at the impossible. By Richelle Mead Impossible Pretty Good

Plus, you're the last Dragomir. You're always going to be in the spotlight. Who's she? Just another Ivashkov. There are tons of them.''Probably because all the guys like Adrian and have all sorts of illegitimate children.''Adrian doesn't have any children.''That we know of,' I said mysteriously. By Richelle Mead Dragomir Adrian Ivashkov Children Spotlight

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. By Richelle Mead Dimitrii Eyes Endless Toodark Feeling

Rose Hathaway: "Was he right?" Dimitri Belikov: "Who?" Rose Hathaway: "Victor ... he said it couldn't have worked. The necklace." Dimitri Belikov: "What do you mean?" Rose Hathaway: "The spell. Victor said you had to want me ... to care about me ... for it to work. Did you? Did you want me?" Dimitri Belikov: "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish ... we could be together." (Vampire Academy) By Richelle Mead Hathaway Belikov Rose Dimitri Victor

The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was. By Richelle Mead Dawn Moments Incident Finer Tree

Dimitri: "I also have a feeling your mother's going to have one ugly conversation with me."Rose: "You're about to go face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of?"Dimitri: "She's a force to be reckoned with. Where do you think you got it from?"Rose: "It's a wonder you bother with me then."Dimitri: "You're worth it, believe me. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Rose Strigoi Mother Feeling

I found the candles - atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine. By Richelle Mead Candles Atrocious Pine Found Air

That means nothing, said Abe with a shrug. I had a feeling that if I stood and suddenly confessed to the murder, he would still claim it was dubious evidence. By Richelle Mead Abe Shrug Murder Evidence Feeling

There must have been some mistake. It took me a while to get a flight here, so I can see why you would have appointed a community lawyer to fill in." "Community lawyer!" Damon's face grew red with indignation. "I'm one of the most renowned lawyers among American Moroi." "Renowned, community." Abe shrugged and leaned back on his heals. "I don't judge. No pun intended."Mead, Richelle (2010-05-18). Spirit Bound: A Vampire Academy Novel (p. 475). Penguin Young Readers Group. Kindle Edition. By Richelle Mead Community Mistake Renowned Lawyer Mead

Our gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long. By Richelle Mead Locked Gazes Passing Strigoi Moments

How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe. By Richelle Mead Lame Harmless People Safe Definition

What's going on?' he asked, looking from face to face. 'I was having a good dream.''I need you,' said Lissa.'I hear that from women a lot,' said Adrian.Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance. By Richelle Mead Face Lissa Eddie Asked Lot

Rose Hathaway: "what's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice."Dimitri Belikov: "Maybe you should hit harder. By Richelle Mead Hathaway Rose Running Dimitri Belikov

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions. By Richelle Mead Kind Dress World Changed Religions

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. By Richelle Mead Mouth Undoubtedly Comment Opened Ready

If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out! By Richelle Mead Lissa Turn Time Stories Bleeding

When he finished cleaning my open wounds, he found a jar of salve and began rubbing it into the rough parts of my skin. I sort of got lost in the feel of his hands massaging mine. By Richelle Mead Wounds Skin Finished Cleaning Open

That's a dangerous look," said Dimitri, giving me a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road."What look?" I asked innocently."The one that says you just got some idea.""I didn't just get an idea. I got a great idea. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Giving Road Idea Dangerous

I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."Then I plunged the stake into his chest. By Richelle Mead Eye Looked You Chest Love

Rose," she said, leaning toward me. "I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not going to give you lectures or demand any explanations. Honestly, since you aren't my student anymore, I don't have the right to ask or tell you anything." It was like what Adrian had said. "You can lecture," I told her. "I've always respected you and want to hear what you have to say." The ghost of a smile flashed on her face. "All right, here it is. You screwed up." "Wow. You weren't kidding about bluntness. By Richelle Mead Rose Leaning Adrian Wow Blunt

I set off, off to kill the man I loved. By Richelle Mead Loved Set Kill Man

Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves. By Richelle Mead Lissa Royal Turning Dresses Treats

Yet, it had been Dimitri's gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Wonderful Gentleness Thoughtfulness Mixed

So I suggested to Dimitri that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I was pretty sure it was at me and not with me.Rose Hathaway: "Why is that funny?"Dimitri Belikov: "Oh, You were serious."Rose Hathaway: "Of course I was! Look, I've technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this training now? Let me go to bed, It's just one hour."Dimitri Belikov: "How do you feel right now? After the training you've done so far?"Rose Hathaway: "I hurt like hell."Dimitri Belikov: "You'll feel worse tomorrow."Rose Hathaway: "So?"Dimitri Belikov: "So, better to jump in now while you still feel ... not as bad."Rose Hathaway: "What kind of logic is that? By Richelle Mead Hathaway Belikov Rose Dimitri Time

Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent ... itwas all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate. By Richelle Mead Roza Lowness Accent Itwas Colder

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy.Hey, no one said high school was easy. By Richelle Mead Hathaway Rose Training Vampires Guy

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again ... By Richelle Mead Spent Rest Day Dinner Dimitri

It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, between what's real affection and what's someone wanting to take advantage of you. But when you feel the real thing ... well, you'll know. By Richelle Mead Real Hard Difference Affection Wanting

- Then ... it was like ... I don't even know how to describe it. Color and light and music and life and joy and love ... so many wonderful things, all the lovely things that make up the world and make it worth living. By Richelle Mead Things Make Color Love Describe

They all knew about me and Dimitri," I said, wondering if I'd be saying any of this sober. "But I never told them we were together." "You didn't have to. It's written all over your face.""They acted like I was his widow or something.""You might as well be." We reached the room, and she helped me sit down on the bed. "Not a lot of people get married around here. If you're with someone long enough, they figure it's almost the same." ~Rose & Sydney, Pg.140/141 By Richelle Mead Dimitri Wondering Sober Knew Rose

Everyone grew silent. It was sunset now, with orange fire burning in the western sky, and shadows falling across all of us. By Richelle Mead Silent Grew Sky Sunset Orange

But once in a while ... I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself. By Richelle Mead Rose Close Edge Feel Misstep

So they finally gave you the license to kill, about time. By Richelle Mead Kill Time Finally Gave License

When I reached the end, I was sobbing, all the love and rage and anguish I'd been holding onto since that night on the bridge exploding out of me. By Richelle Mead End Sobbing Reached Love Rage

I was so distracted when walking out of the restroom that I hadn't noticed Rose standing nearby with Dimitri Belikov. They stood arm in arm, smiling at my surprise. I hadn't seen Dimitri tonight, and his black and white guardian attire told me why. He was on duty here and had undoubtedly been one of the shadows darting among the trees of the greenhouse, keeping a watch on everyone. He must be on break now because there was no way he'd be standing so casually here, even with Rose, otherwise. And really, "casual" for Dimitri meant he could still leap into battle at any moment. They were a striking couple. His dark-haired, dark-eyed looks matched hers, and they were both dazzlingly attractive. It was no wonder Adrian had fallen for her, and I felt surprised at how uncomfortable that memory made me. Like Sonya and Mikhail, there was a bond of love between Rose and Dimitri and Rose that was almost palpable. By Richelle Mead Belikov Dimitri Rose Distracted Walking

Dimitri: "You're burned in my mind forever. There's nothing, nothing in this world that could ever change that'" Rose: "And it was memories like that that made it hard to even comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he is a Strigoi. Yet . at the same time, it was exactly memories like that that ... i had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd love me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would'nt want to stay a monster. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Forever Burned Mind Memories

You're okay," I said happily.She gave me a teasing punch. "You knew I was.""A phone call is different from seeing," I said. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I mean, I knew you were competent and brave and awesome, but, well ... it's still not easy having your wife off risking her life with a bunch of vampire-hating freaks." I reached into my pocket. "Oh, and don't forget this." I got down on my knees and slipped on her diamond and ruby rings, which I'd been holding on to while she was away. "As promised. I mean, except for the naked part. But we can worry about that later. By Richelle Mead Punch Happilyshe Gave Teasing Knew

Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back." He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need two drinks. By Richelle Mead Yeah Back Mutter Drinks Girlfriend

I told her if she really cared about me, then she'd let me do whatever I wanted for my birthday, just like Mom did when I was twelve.""What happened when you were twelve?""Oh, Mom offered to take us all out for dinner - us girls, Dad was out of town - to celebrate, but I didn't want to. This book I'd been waiting for had just come out, and the only thing I wanted to do was read it all night.""My God," I said, touching the top of her nose. "You're adorable."She swatted me away. "Anyway, Carly and Zoe really wanted to go out so that they could score a meal, but Mom just said, 'It's her birthday. Let her do whatever she wants.'""Your mom is cool. By Richelle Mead Dad Mom Wanted Twelve Twelve

Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes. I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna ... only this time the message was a little harder. "Stick," I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. Where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked, in perfect English, "Why are you talking like that?" "Oh for God's sake," I exclaimed. "Where is the vault?" "Vault?" "A place they keep weapons?" He continued staring. "Oh," he said. "That." Uneasily, he cast his eyes in the direction of the pounding. By Richelle Mead Needed Stick Problem Communicating Dimitri

So," I said at last, staring at my hands. "How's, uh, your car?""I left it out on the street. Figured it'll be fine there while I'm gone. By Richelle Mead Staring Hands Car Street Figured

Do you think my being someone else's wife will change anything? Don't you know that I'd lie with you in the groves, under the light of the moon? That I'd defy the laws of gods and men for you? By Richelle Mead Wife Change Groves Moon Lie

Just because things don't work out, it doesn't mean there aren't other people you can't love. Love is too big a thing for you to go without it in life. By Richelle Mead Love Work People Things Thing

Make me an offer, " I said at last. "Write it up, and give me a point-by-point outline of why you're a good would-be suitor. " He started to laugh, then saw my face. "Seriously? That's like homework. There's a reason I'm not in college. " I snapped my fingers. "Get to it, Ivashkov. I want to see you put in a good day's work. " I expected a joke or a brush-off until later, but instead, he said, "Okay. " "Okay?" "Yep. I'm going to go back to my room right now to start drafting my assignment. " I stared incredulously as he reached for his coat. I had never seen Adrian move that fast when any kind of labor was involved. Oh no. What had I gotten myself into? By Richelle Mead Make Offer Write Good Ivashkov

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

I brought my lips down to hers, and it was like everything that had ever happened to me had simply been a warm-up for this moment, that this was where my life truly began. By Richelle Mead Moment Began Brought Lips Happened

This might seem kind of weird ... but I mean, I wouldn't mind asking Jill out."Adrian was on that before I could even think of a response. "What, do you mean like on a date? You son of a bitch! She's only fifteen." You never would of guessed he'd been talking about easy Moroi girls only moments before."Adrian," I said. "I'm guessing Lee's definition of a date is a little different than yours.""Sorry, Sage. You've got to trust me when it comes to dating definitions. Last I checked, you aren't an expert in social matters. By Richelle Mead Adrian Weird Kind Jill Date

That easy, confident grin returned. "Don't worry, it's easily forgotten." "Well," I said huffily, "it shouldn't be that easily forgotten.""Would you like it better if I say I'll eventually forget it but not without a great deal of struggle and torment?""Yes.""Done. By Richelle Mead Easy Confident Returned Grin Yes

Who's she? Just another Ivashkov. There are tons of them. Probably because all the guys like Adrian and have all sorts of illegitimate children." "Adrian doesn't have any children." "That we know of. By Richelle Mead Ivashkov Adrian Children Tons Guys

I was no better at reading people than I had been ten seconds ago, but in that moment, I suddenly gained a flash of understanding into the mystery that was Adrian Ivashkov. People didn't believe in him very often. They had low expectations of him, so he did as well. Even Eddie had sort of written him off: 'He's Adrian'. As though there was nothing to be done for it.I also suddenly realized that, as unlikely as it seemed, Adrian and I had a lot in common. Both of us were constantly boxed in by others' expectations. It didn't matter that people expected everything of me and nothing of him. We were still the same, both of us constantly trying to break out of the lines that others had defined for us and be our own person. Adrian Ivashkov - flippant, vampire party boy - was more like me than anyone else knew. By Richelle Mead Adrian People Ivashkov Ago Moment

Oh, and I'm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you're in St. Louis. By Richelle Mead Louis Happy Watch Darling Love

Darling" she said with a small laugh "Love doesn't have anything to do with this." "It has very thing to do with it!" I exclaimed. By Richelle Mead Love Darling Laugh Small Exclaimed

I'm sure it is," she replied. Her expression turned fierce, making her look far different from the scattered teacher I knew. "But listen to me when I say this. You are exceptional, taleneted, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you're less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone-not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee-push you around." She put her glasses back on and began randomly lifting up pieces of papers. At last, she found a pen and grinned triumphantly."Now, then. What is your brother's name? By Richelle Mead Replied Make Feel Teacher Fierce

You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you're less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone - not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee - push you around. By Richelle Mead Talented Exceptional Woman Make Brilliant

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. By Richelle Mead Wife Vows Rings Officiant Pronounced

Why did you become romantically involved with such a foul creature? ... ... ..Because he's wonderful and sensitive and funny. Because we bring out the best in each other and are better people because of our love. Because when we're together, I feel like I understand my place in the world. By Richelle Mead Creature Romantically Involved Foul Funny

You ... you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed. By Richelle Mead Heavy Fast Breaths Rid Dress

Most do," she agreed. "Me? My principles are about love and doing it because there's meaning and commitment. A piece of paper doesn't always signal that. If there's any sin involved, it's doing it in a . . . I don't know. Cheap way. With people you don't care about. When it's meaningless. By Richelle Mead Agreed Commitment Involved Principles Love

I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy ever will. -Adrian- By Richelle Mead Adrian Love Care Guy

So don't. Take him with you. Or date long distance. I honestly don't give a fuck, so long as you stop your whining. How can you not see solutions here? You've apparently decided that you being immortal isn't a deterrent to your great love ... but a two-hour plane ride is? By Richelle Mead Long Distance Fuck Whining Date

Because it gives him and excuse to be around herwithout making it look like he gave in first. That way, he can still seem manly." "That's ridiculous." Especially the part about Christian being manly. "Guys do ridiculous things for love. By Richelle Mead Manly Excuse Herwithout Making Gave

Maybe under all that guilt and certainty that he couldn't love again, he still wanted me. I would have liked to have found out. But I didn't have the time. Instead, I punched him. By Richelle Mead Guilt Certainty Love Wanted Time

I love you, Roza." He kissed me again. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." The words were wonderful and dangerous. He shouldn't have said anything like that to me. He shouldn't have been promising he'd protect me, not when he was supposed to dedicate his life to protecting Moroi like Lissa. I couldn't be first in his heart, just like he couldn't be first in mine. That was why I shouldn't have said what I said next-but I did anyway. "And I won't let anything happen to you," I promised. "I love you." He kissed me again, swallowing off any other words I might have added. By Richelle Mead Roza Love Kissed Happen Words

Victor smiled through the pain and the blood. Of course you have. I used to think Belikov was the savage one, but it's really you, isn't it? You're the animal with no control, no higher reasoning except to fight and kill. By Richelle Mead Victor Blood Smiled Pain Belikov

You and she work well together, no surprise since you're meant for each other - and I don't just mean the romantic way you keep botching up. You're a team, a good one. You watch out for each other, and that's good. But that doesn't mean you have to do every single little thing together. Yes, you have a shared destiny, but you also have an individual one, and so does she. The reason you couldn't think of anything sooner to help her is because that wasn't your task. That was hers, and she found something and acted. Your task was to uncover the Grand Disciple's conspiracy and bring these people to Odin. Be content with the knowledge that you're both fulfilling the duties you're supposed to.""It's hard to feel content when mostly I'm worried I'll never see her again," said Justin. "I don't know how I could get by without her. By Richelle Mead Work Surprise Meant Romantic Botching

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 this 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 panic? By Richelle Mead Thought Person Love Live Fear

If I had learned anything in my life about love, it was that they were tenous things that could end at any moment. Caution was essential-but not at the cost of risking your life By Richelle Mead Love Moment Life Learned Tenous

Hey Sydney, she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but they were also assessing everything in the room, much as Eddie's gaze was. It was a guardian thing. Rose was about my height and dressed very casually in jeans and a red tank top. But, as always, there was something as exotic and dangerous about her beauty that made her stand out from everyone else. She was like a tropical flower in this dark, stuffy room. One that could kill you. By Richelle Mead Sydney Room Hey Giving Small

The dhampir dorm appeared before me, about half its windows lit. It was near curfew; people were going to bed. I burst in through the doors, feeling like my heart was going to explode from the exertion. The first person I saw was Stan, and I nearly knocked him over. He caught my wrists to steady me. "Rose, wh - " "Strigoi," I gasped out. "There are Strigoi on campus." He stared at me, and for the first time I'd ever seen, his mouth seriously dropped open. Then, he recovered himself, and I could immediately see what he was thinking. More ghost stories. "Rose, I don't know what you're - " "I'm not crazy!" I screamed. Everyone in the dorm's lobby was staring at us. "They're out there! They're out there, and Dimitri is fighting them alone. You have to help him." What had Dimitri told me? What was that word? "Buria. He said to tell you buria." And like that, Stan was gone. By Richelle Mead Rose Lit Dhampir Appeared Half

You knowgirl stuff.' And by girl stuff, I meant breaking and entering. By Richelle Mead Stuff Knowgirl Entering Girl Meant

Because I can't help doing it," he said with a shrug. "And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're already half in love with me.""I am not! And everything you just said is ridiculous. That's terrible logic."Adrian returned to his crossword puzzle. "Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember-no matter how ordinary things seem between us-I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will.""I don't think you're evil.""See? Things are already looking promising. By Richelle Mead Love Shrug Things Adrian Hey

With plump little cheeks and blond ringlets, she looked like a porcelain doll. A very pissed off and evil porcelain doll. By Richelle Mead Doll Ringlets Porcelain Plump Cheeks

I could see her toughening up, working hard to put all those emotions away because she thought that's what it meant tobe strong. I wanted to tell her that strength wasn't about hiding your feelings, that it was okay for her to feel this way after what she'd been through. By Richelle Mead Working Strong Toughening Hard Put

I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can't ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn't expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: Okay. I won't kiss you on your neck again.So typical of him. No! You can't ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance.I'm trying, he wrote back. But you won't keep your distance from me.I didn't dignify that with a response. By Richelle Mead Adrian Kiss Hickey Quick Text

Sydney: I can do a lot of things, Adrian.And - at the risk of sounding egotistical - I mean, well, I can do a lot of pretty awesome things that most people can't."Adrian: "Don't I know it. You can change a tire in ten minutes while speaking Greek."Sydney: "Five minutes. By Richelle Mead Sydney Adrian Lot Adrianand Things

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 by a dreamy one. "The mechanic will wait," he said. "Yeah, but I'm supposed to meet Brayden soon, I'll be-" That's when I got a good look at Adrian. "What have you done? Look at you! You shouldn't be out here." "It's not that bad." He was lying, and we both knew it."Come on, we have to get you out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?" His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. "It was worth it. You looked ... happy By Richelle Mead Adrian Face Astonished Watching Contentment

He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring."Why are you so sweet?" I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me."I don't think I'm that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.""You know what I mean."Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. "I'm sweet because you make it easy to be sweet. By Richelle Mead Sweet Lips Laced Fingers Mine

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?""The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing ... like molten gold. I could paint those ... " He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful. By Richelle Mead Sage God Beautiful Eyes Color

Unexpected treat," he said. His eyes fell on Marcus and widened. "I'll be damned. You found him.""Thanks to you," I said.Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form-and then instantly dried up. "What happened to your face?""Oh," I lightly touched the swollen spot. It still smarted but wasn't as painful as it had been earlier. I spoke my next words without thinking. "Marcus hit me. By Richelle Mead Unexpected Treat Marcus Widened Eyes

Wasn't that kind of the basis of passion? I didn't know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didn't blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that I'd spend my life never feeling anything? By Richelle Mead Passion Kind Basis Nice Thing

Then why are you crying?""Because of you!" I beat my fists on his chest. "Because I love you, and I don't know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I can't solve this. I don't know how to deal with that. And I'm afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what it'd do to me if something happens to you?" I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. "This! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust." I dropped my hands. "Blown away on the wind until there was nothing left. By Richelle Mead Crying Chest Solve Crumble Afraid

Come on,"he said, gesturing toward the exit. "let's take a walk.""Where?""It doesn't matter. We just need you calmed down or you'll be in no shape to fight.""Yeah? Are you afraid of my possibly insane dark side coming out?""No, I'm afraid of your normal Rose Hathaway side coming out, the one that isn't afraid to jump in without thinking when she believes something is right."I gave him a dry look. "Is there are a difference?""Yes. The second one scares me. By Richelle Mead Gesturing Exit Yeah Afraid Coming

The venerable cypress clings doggedly to its rocky perch, its branches spreading wide and high into the sky. 'See how it stands proudly, even in such inhospitable conditions?' our father used to say. 'This is how we must always be - strong and resilient, no matter what's around us. By Richelle Mead Perch Sky Venerable Cypress Clings

You know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go for ... apple cinnamon ones now. ""Apple cinnamon? You sure are demanding.""It's all right. I think you're man enough for it.""Thetis, if I actually believed you had either apples or cinnamon in your kitchen, I'd make them for you right now."I didn't answer. I was pretty sure I had some year-old Apple Jacks, but that was about it. By Richelle Mead Apple Cinnamon Pancakes Owe Thetis

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. By Richelle Mead Mia Rose Cheerfully Friends Hangs

-Well, well, look what you dragged up. You could've saved yourself the money on the flowers and just brought me him. Been a while since I entertained a handsome young Moroi-It's been a while since I've met a woman who appreciates roses as much as I do, said Adrian, ever quick on his feet. Not that my experience has always been great with them. I've got to say, though, I've never seen such excellent decorating taste. You go for pink too, huh? I told them that when they got the flowers, but would they listen to me? No. They insisted on burgundy. By Richelle Mead Dragged Flowers Adrian Saved Money

Just before the light completely vanished, I saw Dimitri's face join Lissa's. I wanted to smile. I decided then that if the two people I loved most were safe, I could leave this world. The dead could finally have me. And I'd fulfilled my purpose, right? To protect? I'd done it. I'd saved Lissa, just like I'd sworn I'd always do. I was dying in battle. No appointment books for me. Lissa's face shown with tears, and I hoped that mine could convey how much I loved her. With the last spark of life that I had left, I tried to speak, tried to let Dimitri know I loved him too and that he had to protect her now. I don't think he understood, but the words of the guardian mantra were my last conscious thought.They come first. By Richelle Mead Lissa Vanished Loved Dimitri Light

No," Dimitri interrupted gently. He moved his face toward mine, our foreheads nearly touching. "It won't happen to you. You're too strong. You'll fight it, just like you did thistime.""I only did because you were here." He wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my face in his chest. "I can't do it by myself," I whispered."You can," he said. There was a tremulous note in his voice. "You're strong - you're so, so strong. It's why I love you. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Strong Gently Interrupted Face

All this time ... ever since I sold my soul, I've been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out there. That there was something to give me hope that even if I was a lost cause, at least there was something bright and good in the world. But there isn't. If there was, Seth wouldn't have fallen. Erik wouldn't have died. Andrea Mortensen wouldn't be dying. -Georgina to Carter By Richelle Mead Time Soul Seth Georgina Carter

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. By Richelle Mead Care Adrian Public Moroi Match

All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I'd just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I'd also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn't care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. By Richelle Mead Adrian Mattered Signed Long Alchemist

I threw myself against the bars, so rapidly that even Mikhail flinched. "But I love you!" I hissed. "And I know you love me too. Do you really think you can spend the rest of your life ignoring that when you're around me?"[ ... ]" ... All my feelings ... my emotions for you ... they changed. I don't feel the way I used to. I might be a dhampir again, but after what I went through ... well, it's scarred me. It altered my soul. I can't love anyone now. I can't - I don't - love you. There's nothing more between you and me.My blood turned cold. I refused to believe his words, not after the way he'd looked at me earlier. "No! That's not true! I love you and you - ""Guards! By Richelle Mead Mikhail Love Bars Flinched Threw

Don't you think we're going to go to hell for this?" asked Lissa.He reached out and touched her face, trailing his fingers along her cheek and neck and down to the top of her silky shirt. She breathed heavily at that touch, at the way it could be so gentle and small, yet evoke such a strong passion within her."For this?" He played with the shirt's edge, letting his finger just barely brush inside of it."No," she laughed. "For this." She gestured around the attic. "This is a church. We shouldn't be doing this kind of, um, thing up here.""Not true," he argued. Gently, he pushed her onto her back and leaned over her. "The church is downstairs. This is just storage. God won't mind. By Richelle Mead Asked Face Trailing Hell Lissahe

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. By Richelle Mead Adrian Interrupted This Letting Brilliant

Didn't need to see your aura." He tapped my forehead. "You get a cute little frown there whenyou've got something bothering you.""Not everything about me is cute.""That's true. Some things are cute. The rest are sexy." His voice was low as he leaned towardme. "So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it's a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever thinkabout is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feelwhen I - ""Adrian," I interrupted.His eyes smoldered. "Yes?""Shut up. By Richelle Mead Aura Cute Adrian Sexy Forehead

Well, this is a nice surprise," he said. He looked us over. Jill had changed into her normal clothes during her isolation today, but I still had on the Amberwood blouse and skirt. "Sage, aren't you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear.""Cute," I said, suppressing an eye roll.Adrian gave me a mock bow. "Careful. You almost smiled. By Richelle Mead Surprise Nice Sage Cute Careful

It's like living in a retirement home! Clarence is taking a nap right now, and he eats at five. It's so boring.""You've only been here for two days.""And that's been more than enough. The only thing keeping me alive is that he keeps a hefty supply of liquor on hand. But at the rate I'm going, that'll be gone by the weekend. Jesus Christ, I'm climbing the walls." His eyes fell on the cross at my neck. "Oh. Sorry. No offense to Jesus. By Richelle Mead Home Living Retirement Jesus Christ

I'm not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. I'll make love over war any day. But I swear, if they'd hurt you - " "They didn't," I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared I'd been because I was afraid he might go after them. "I'm fine. You came to the rescue." A smile played at his lips. "Something tells me you would've rescued yourself." And like that, the smile vanished. "But spirit would've been a lot more effective than a branch." "Your treejitsu was very effective. By Richelle Mead Sydney Person Violent Smile Effective

Don't do that!" she exclaimed, shivering at the realization that it had been his fingers touching her.He gave her his lazy, slightly twisted smile and brushed a few pieces of unruly black hair out of his face."Are you asking me or ordering me?""Shut up." She glanced around, both to avoid his eyes and make sure no one saw them together."What's the matter? Worried about what your slaves'll think if they see you talking to me?""They're my friends," she retorted."Oh.Right. Of course they are. I mean, from what I saw, Camille would probably do anything for you, right? Friends till the end." He crossed his arms over his chest, and in spite of her anger, she couldn't help but notice how the silvery gray of his shirt set off his black hair and blue eyes.(Lissa&Christian) By Richelle Mead Shut Exclaimed Shivering Lazy Slightly

If you went twenty-four hours without cigarettes, I'd drink a can of pop. Regular pop. The whole can."Isaw the glimmer of Adrian's earlier smile returning. "You would not.""I totally would." "Half a can would put you into a coma." Sonya frowned. "Are you diabetic?" she asked me. "No," said Adrian, "but Sage is convinced one extraneous calorie will make her go from super skinny to just regular skinny. Tragedy.""Hey," I said. "You think it'd be a tragedy to go an hour without a cigarette." "Don't question my steel resolve, Sage. I went without one for two hours today.""Show me twenty-four, and then I'll be impressed."He gave me a look of mock surprise. "You mean you aren't already? And here I thought you were dazzled from the moment you met me. By Richelle Mead Pop Adrian Drink Sage Isaw

Mikhail had come striding towards us with guardian efficiency, ready to find out what task I had in mind. He came to a screeching halt when he saw Sonya get out of the car. So did she. They both stood frozen, eyes wider that seemed physically possible. I knew then that the rest of us had ceased to exist, as had all our intrigue, missions, and ... well, the world. In that moment, only the two of them existed.Sonya gave a strangled cry and then ran forward. This jolted him awake, in time to wrap her in his arms as she threw herself against him. She started crying, and I could see tears on his face too. He brushed her back and cupped her cheeks, staring down at her and repeating over and over, "It's you ... it's you ... it's you ... "Sonya tried to wipe her eyes, but it didn't do much good. "Mikhail -I'm sorry-I'm sorry-""It doesn't matter." he kissed her and pulled back only enough to look into her eyes. "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except that we're together again. By Richelle Mead Efficiency Ready Mind Striding Guardian

This is a, uh, friendship ring right?""Yeah, don't worry. If I propose, you'll know it. For one thing, I'll be hyperventilating." A sly smile - surprisingly sexy - turned up his lips. "And it'll be a ruby.""Rubies? No diamonds? Too expensive for the old writer's salary, huh?"He made a disparaging grunt at that. "No, I just think diamonds are common, that's all. If I get married, it'll be because something uncommon is occurring. Besides, you wear a lot of red, right? I know how important it is for your accessories to match. By Richelle Mead Yeah Friendship Worry Ring Rubies

I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It's not a big deal." Anger replaced my fear. I didn't like being treated like a child. "Stop calling me that. You don't even know what you're talking about." "Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R.S.S.R. last year. By Richelle Mead Comrade Time Kind Situation Stop

The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. 'You're always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while. By Richelle Mead Lips Ghost Smile Flickered Reason

It is kind of dungeon-esque," I murmured to her. "Who uses stone this dark for a wine cellar? I'd expect something more Tuscan. By Richelle Mead Dungeonesque Kind Murmured Tuscan Cellar

She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. "I hear your heart," she said. "Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I'm not undead? By Richelle Mead Turned Chest Snuggled Back Blanket

One of the guardians distracted Ryan while the other - Dimitri, I now saw grabbed Camille. She screamed, not faking her fear. She apparently didn't find being in Dimitri's arms as thrilling as I did. By Richelle Mead Camille Ryan Dimitri Guardians Distracted

You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is. By Richelle Mead End Cheap Put Airs Dress

Do you think it's possible that wanting someone you can't have is your subconscious mind's way of coping? By Richelle Mead Coping Wanting Subconscious Mind

But I can say you're okay for an irreverent party boy with occasional moments of brilliance.""Brilliant? You think I'm brilliant?" He threw his hands skyward. "You hear that, world? Sage says I'm brilliant.""That's not what I said!" ... "Come on, Sage. You understand how my mind works. You said I was brilliant, remember?"Eddie glanced at me in surprise. "You did?""No! I never said that." Adrian's smile was infuriating. "Stop telling people that. By Richelle Mead Brilliant Brilliance Sage Irreverent Party

I'm not worthy of that," I said. I might be human now, but I understand how powerful a heavenly creature Carter was. "I don't deserve that much regard." He reached out and tipped my chin up. "You do, Georgina. And if you don't believe me now, then strive to be. Live you life. Be kind. Love those you know. Love those you don't know. be worthy of your soul."A tear escaped, rolling down my cheek and probably messing up my mortal mascara. "Thank you, Carter. Thank you for everything. By Richelle Mead Carter Love Worthy Georgina Human

Thanks. And I'll give Brayden a talking-to so he doesn't try anything on Thursday." My mind was still full of Latin and Shakespeare. "Try what?" Trey shook his head. "Honestly, Melbourne, I don't know Trey shook his head. "Honestly, Melbourne, I don't know how you've survived this long in the world without me." "Oh," I said, blushing. "That." Great. Now I had something else to worry about. Trey scoffed. "Between you and me, Brayden's probably the last guy in the world you have to worry about. I think he's as clueless as you are. If I didn't care about your virtue so much, I'd actualy probably give him a lecture on how to try something. By Richelle Mead Honestly Melbourne Trey Brayden Thursday

Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'""Well, sometimes we have todid you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?"He shrugged. "I like fondue. By Richelle Mead Adrian Head Smiling Shook Fondue

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination - which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly. By Richelle Mead Dream Fingers Smell Dark Hair

I was sure seeing pictures of Dimitri as a little boy would rip my heart out. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Pictures Boy Rip Heart

And yes, even in the poor lighting, I could see that she was beautiful - in a deadly way - and that struck me too. Her pictures hadn't done her justice. Long, dark hair framed a face filled with the sort of hard-edged beauty a man might easily dash his heart against. By Richelle Mead Lighting Beautiful Poor Deadly Struck

Only now, standing with him, I realized it wouldn't be enough. It would only hurt more now, knowing exactly what I could never have again. I would never make love with Seth again, never have these intimate moments of comfort and rapport. He wasn't mine anymore. He never could be again. By Richelle Mead Standing Realized Seth Knowing Hurt

We fell into silence, both of us keeping our own secrets of what we'd suffered in the other's absence. I wondered if we were trying to protect each other or simply didn't want to admit to our own fears and weaknesses. By Richelle Mead Silence Absence Fell Keeping Secrets

Declan, fortunately, was a forgiving guy and proved pretty accommodating as we figured things out together. He was patient as Sydney and I painstakingly read the instructions on the can of formula Lana sent. He made little complaint when I initially put his diaper on backward. When he grew tired again and started crying, I had no instructions to follow. Sydney gave a helpless shrug when I looked at her. So I just walked him around the living room, crooning classic rock songs until he dozed off and could be set down.Rose, who'd stayed with us off and on but looked more terrified of the baby than a Strigoi, watched me with amazement. "You're kind of good at that," she remarked. "Adrian Ivashkov, baby whisperer."I looked down at the sleeping baby. "I'm making it up as I go along. By Richelle Mead Declan Fortunately Looked Forgiving Guy

You're one to talk, Sage." He pointed an accusing finger. "At least I take action. You? You let the world go by without you. You stand there while that asshole Keith treats you like crap and just smile and nod. You have no spine. You don't fight back. Even old Abe seems to push you around. Was Rose right that he's got something on you? Or is he just someone else you won't fight back against? By Richelle Mead Sage Talk Fight Back Finger

The Moroi then noticed Adrian's companions and jumped up. He caught hold of Lissa's hand, leaned over, and kissed it. "Princess Dragomir. It's an honor to meet you at last. Seeing you from a distance was beautiful. Up close? Divine.""This," said Adrain grandly, "is Blake Lazar.""It's nice to meet you." she said.Blake smiled radiantly. "May I call you Vasilisa?""You can call me Lissa.""You can also," added Christian,"let go of her hand now."Blake looked over at Christian, taking a few more moments to release Lissa's hand-seeming very proud about those extra seconds. "I've seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?""Christian," corrected Lissa. By Richelle Mead Moroi Adrian Christian Lissa Noticed

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much.""I'm sorry," she said."Will it ever get better?"The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I ... I don't know. By Richelle Mead Focus Sighed Stared Much Said

It was another horrible yet almost laughable moment. Cupcakes and birthday car sex had been my undoing. By Richelle Mead Moment Horrible Laughable Cupcakes Undoing

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come. By Richelle Mead Wine Fine Age

And with that reunion ... it was like I was emerging from a cave-one I'd been in for almost five weeks-into the bright light of day. When Dimitri had turned, I'd felt like I'd lost part of my soul. When I'd left Lissa, another piece had gone. Now, seeing her ... I began to think maybe my soul might be able to heal. Maybe I could go on after all. I didn't feel 100 percent whole yet, but her presence filled up that missing part of me. I felt more like myself than I had in ages. By Richelle Mead Reunion Soul Part Felt Dimitri

Rose once told me about this poem she'd read. There was this line, 'If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.' You know what I'm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won't know. By Richelle Mead Rose Read Open Told Poem

You're new here, aren't you?" Rolan asked."Rose is visiting. She's a friend of the family." Viktoria said. "Ah," he said. "Now I remember hearing about you. I had no idea such a fierce Strigoi killer would be so beautiful." "It's part of the job description," I said dryly. By Richelle Mead Rose Rolan Asked Visiting Family

Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm."There were a few moments of silence. "Sage, I've been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder? By Richelle Mead Amberwood Sage Dorm Silence Break

That hand slipped under my dress, running along the side of my leg and up to my hip. I burned where he touched me, and everything within me became focused on that hand. It was moving far too slowly, and I grabbed it, ready to urge it on. Adrian chuckled and caught hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away and pinning it down against the covers. "Never thought I'd be the one slowing you down." I opened my eyes and met his. "I'm a quick study. By Richelle Mead Hand Dress Running Hip Slipped

You're a terrible liar, boy," Rand called after us."Is he right?" I asked quietly, once we'd put some distance between the guest cabin and us."That I'm a terrible liar? No. I'm a fantastic liar. By Richelle Mead Rand Liar Boy Terrible Called

Sage!" he called. "You have got to see this."Eddie and I reached the next green and stared in astonishment. Then I burst out laughing.We had reached Dracula's Castle. ( ... )I couldn't stop laughing. Adrian and Eddie looked at me as though they'd never seen me before."I don't think I've ever heard her laugh," Eddie told him."Certainly not the reaction I was expecting," mused Adrian. "I'd been counting on abject terror, judging from past Alchemist behaviour. I didn't think you liked vampires. By Richelle Mead Eddie Sage Called Reached Adrian

Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you're the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you've been since the day I met you." Finally, he put "beautiful" at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared."Sweet talker," I scoffed. "You didn't know anything about me the first time we met.""I knew you were beautiful," he said. "I just hoped for the rest. By Richelle Mead Beautiful Adrian Hands Taking Smiled

He loves that you love the car more than he does and thinks it's awesome you're getting so good in your defense class. Not that that's a surprise. You're always so good at everything, and you don't even realize it. You don't even realize half the things you do - like how you watch out for others and never even think about yourself. By Richelle Mead Class Loves Love Good Car

I nodded, mollified. "Okay, I can roll with that. And then after that, I suppose it's just a matter of time until we're taking the kids to soccer practice." Her eyebrows rose. "Kids?" "Relax, it's years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks . . . then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get." She looked more amused than appalled at the speculation, which was something I'd never thought I'd see. "It's really not even fair to everyone else. Good thing you're on birth control, since the world obviously isn't ready for our perfect offspring." "Obviously," she laughed. By Richelle Mead Mollified Nodded Kids Relax Good

My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. By Richelle Mead Sexy Vampire Boyfriend Insanely Hands

I wrote back with a quick message: How do you know about 24601? I refuse to believe you read the book. You saw the musical, right?I hit send and received a response back from him almost immediately.SparkNotes. By Richelle Mead Message Wrote Quick Back Book

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I'd get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn't. By Richelle Mead Sydney Internal Clock Told Time

And yet, once again, you're the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say.""I do not. You know that's not what I meant."He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I'm the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.""Adrian!"But he was already out the door, knowing laughter echoing behind him. By Richelle Mead Say Finds Romantic Subtext Sage

But what are loyalty and caring really worth?""To me? Everything. By Richelle Mead Worth Loyalty Caring

Absolutely," said Mikhail. "So it's you and me, Rose?""Yup," I said. "The fewer, the better. Just enough to question Sydney and Ian. I guess everyone else waits here."Sonya kissed his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."Adrian has strolled over by now and given Jill a light, brotherly punch in the arm. "An i'm going to stay and hear how on earth you got involved with this, Jailbait. By Richelle Mead Mikhail Absolutely Rose Yup Jailbait

Brayen had wanted to go out Saturday, but that was the day I'd promised to drive Adrian to San Diego. Brayden compromised on breakfast, catching me before I hit the road, and we went out to a restaurant adjacent to one of Palm Springs' many lush golf resorts. Although I had long since offered to pull my share, Brayden continued picking up the bills and doing all the driving. As he pulled up in front of my dorm to drop me off afterward, I saw a surprising and not entirely welcome sight awaiting me: Adrian sitting outside on a bench, looking bored. By Richelle Mead Saturday Diego San Brayden Adrian

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress's V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease. By Richelle Mead Back Chin Neck Nails Dug

Why?" He asked. " because it was the closest I could get to doing this."He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills ran over my skin, and fire burnt inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric.But perhaps the best part of all that was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.And it was glorious.At least, it was until I started thinking again. By Richelle Mead Neck Mine Lips Body Asked

With Alicia and the Alchemists on the loose, Sydney couldn't leave a secure location like this without good reason. She contented herself by holing up in a guest room and prepping some spells that would be of use in the search for Alicia tomorrow. That left Dimitri and me to babysit, which seemed like the setup for some sort of wacky sitcom. By Richelle Mead Sydney Alchemists Alicia Loose Reason

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing. By Richelle Mead Froze Moment Time Stood Locked

You know," said Sydney, after a sip. "I kind of can taste some citrus in this. Just barely. Like a hint of orange. And it's sweeter than I thought, but that'd make sense if the guy said it was late harvest varietal. Grapes retain more sugar the longer they stay on the vine.""I knew it," I said triumphantly. "I knew this was exactly what would happen if I ever got you to drink."She titled her head, puzzled. "What?""Never mind. By Richelle Mead Sydney Sip Knew Kind Taste

I'm not dangerous," I breathed.He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me."And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. By Richelle Mead Dangerous Mine Breathedhe Brought Face

Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time ... and it's all good. By Richelle Mead Change Time Good Mind Made

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes. By Richelle Mead Chest Moment Eyes Clenched World

His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. 'Just something kicking around in my head. Reminds me of you. Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.' His voice ... his words ... I recognized one of his spirit-driven moments. It should've unnerved me, but there was something sensual about the way he spoke, something that made my breath catch. A flame in the dark. By Richelle Mead Heart Completely Work Eyes Caught

Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings. By Richelle Mead Celery Stick Cupcake Honeypie Call

She's an Alchemist," continued Nathan. "Not a chauffeur. There's a big difference." Actually, there were days at Amberwood I doubted that. "Come, Miss Sage. If you've wasted your day driving my son here, the least I can do is buy you lunch."I shot a panicked look at Adrian. It wasn't panicked because I was afraid of being with Moroi. I'd long since gotten used to these sorts of situations. What I was unsure of was if Adrian really wanted me around for his family reunion. That hadn't been part of the plan. Also, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to be around for said reunion either."Dad-" Adrian attempted."I insist," said Nathan crisply. "Pay attention and learn common courtesy." He turned and began walking away, assuming we'd follow. We did."Should I find a reason to leave?" I whispered to Adrian."Not when he uses his 'I insist' voice," came the muttered response. By Richelle Mead Alchemist Adrian Continued Nathan Insist

Adrian: "But what are loyal and caring really worth?"Sydney: "To me? Everything. By Richelle Mead Sydney Adrian Worth Loyal Caring

And then the kissing started again. There was no avoiding it, not when we were together like this, far away from the real world of our normal lives. The setting was too perfect. He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew. And honestly, we'd wasted far too much time with doubts and games. The one thing you learn from constantly having your life in danger is that you'd better not waste it. By Richelle Mead Perfect Kissing Started Lives Avoiding

Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right? By Richelle Mead Belikov Fast Bend Rules Time

I still couldn't stop the sick feeling rising in my stomach. "This could be a disaster." "How? If anyone even finds it - and it's not just sitting under a table right now - they'll just have a good laugh at our sappy talk. No one's going to be like, 'Aha! Proof of an illicit human-and-vampire affair. By Richelle Mead Stomach Stop Sick Feeling Rising

Everything I'd fought for, every challenge, every victory ... all of it was empty if anything happened to him. Without him, I wouldn't have had the courage to become the person I was. Without him, I wouldn't have realized what it truly was to live and love life. Centrum permanebit. He was my center, and there was nothing I wouldn't do, nothing I wouldn't give up, to keep him safe. By Richelle Mead Challenge Victory Fought Empty Happened

..it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.""That's true," I said. "Maybe I can puta sign out front that says, 'ATTENTIONALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.'""'ATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,'" he corrected, straightening up. By Richelle Mead Girls Help True Impossible Car

Work? Come on, Sage. Go buy a bikini and enjoy the pool while you're hanging around. By Richelle Mead Work Sage Buy Bikini Enjoy

Wow," said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. "This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?""I have no words," I said honestly.He patted the spot beside him. "Want to try it out? By Richelle Mead Wow Adrian Buttercup Bounciness Giving

Adrian was easily distractible by wacky topics and shiny objects. By Richelle Mead Adrian Objects Easily Distractible Wacky

Adrian took a few steps toward me. "Not bad, Sage. I think you just scared old man Mazur."I felt a smile of my own begin to form. "I don't know about that, but it felt kind of good.""You should back talk people more often," he said. We grinned at each other, and as he regarded me fondly, I felt that same queasy feeling return. By Richelle Mead Adrian Sage Felt Steps Mazur

Sydney: "You can be Jet if you want, but we are not posing as a couple again" Adrian: "Are you sure? Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." Sydney: "Why are they all high-calorie foods? And bread pudding isn't really that romantic."Adrian: "Do you want me to call you celery stick instead? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings." - The Indigo Spell By Richelle Mead Jet Adrian Sydney Posing Couple

No," said Dimitri bluntly. "Adrian's not responsible. His intentions are honorable here. I'll vouchfor him. I'm Dimitri Belikov. This is Rose Hathaway, Sydney Ivashkov."Normally, a human introduced with a royal Moroi last name would have warranted a double take.But it was clear this woman never heard anything past Rose and Dimitri's names. I saw it clearly inher eyes: the same awe and worship I'd observed in so many other faces whenever this dynamic duointroduced itself. And like that, the woman turned from fiercely protective doorkeeper to swooning fangirl. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Bluntly Adrian Rose Woman

I know I'm not supposed to say this," he said. "But I think I love you more than ever."I took his hand and tried not to think about how happy his words made me. By Richelle Mead Supposed Ever Love Hand Happy

I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love."Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?""Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me. By Richelle Mead Marcus Gave Smile Hoped Dazzling

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking."Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage By Richelle Mead Adrian Sage Ivashkov Sydney Rose

I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down the door.""Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.""That's true," I said. "Maybe I can put a sign out from that says, 'ATTENTION ALL GIRLS:FREE HELP HERE.'""'ATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,'" he corrected, straightening up."Right," I said, trying not to roll my eyes. "That's an important distinction." He pointed at me with the pool stick. "Speaking of hot, I like that uniform."This time I did roll me eyes. By Richelle Mead Hey Girls Attention Door Hope

She kept the wish to herself, as she should have, and simply blew out the candle.I clapped and whistled and then dove into my own cupcake, dying to know how my creations tasted. And seeing as I'd done the hard work - frosting and decorating - I felt like I could take credit and call them my creations. All Cassie had done was get the ingredients, come up with the recipe, and do all the measuring and mixing. By Richelle Mead Creations Cupcake Dying Tasted Simply

Adrian: Do you smell that?"Sydney: "I smell the paint, and ... wait ... is that pine?"Adrian: "Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor. By Richelle Mead Adrian Sydney Smell Paint Damn

We're suckers for this, Sydney. Men. You've got me completely helpless right now. You're so beautiful and alluring, and we guys can't help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed." She turned my face toward hers. "This wasn't exactly difficult for me." "But we still have it easy. You're the strength, the pillars . . . our defenders, our children's defenders. By Richelle Mead Sydney Suckers Defenders Easy Men

My wife, ladies and gentlemen. Beauty, brains, and now brawn. By Richelle Mead Wife Ladies Gentlemen Beauty Brains

But when I touch you, your aura ... it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?" He used that hand to pull me closer. "Why do you react that way if I don't mean anything to you?" There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. By Richelle Mead Aura Touch Sydney Smolders Deepen

You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day."I crossed my arms and sat on the bed. I did so out of simple fatigue, but a moment later, I was struck by what I was doing. This is where Adrian sleeps. I'm touching the covers he's wrapped in every night. What does he wear? Does he wear anything?I jumped up. By Richelle Mead Circumstances Day Bed Normal Inviting

I'm very pleased to introduce the world to Adrian and Sydney Ivashkov. By Richelle Mead Ivashkov Adrian Sydney Pleased Introduce

It is terrifying," said Adrian. "And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows ... well, part of you knows something's not right. That your thinking's not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you? By Richelle Mead Adrian Terrifying Part Trust Weird

What is it with you and girls, Adrian, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It's always an extreme.""Because I don't do things in halves, mom. Especially when it comes to love. By Richelle Mead Adrian Dear Girls Mom Extreme

Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?""I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy.""Welcome to my world. By Richelle Mead Sage Adrian Arm Skin Lightly

Sydney, dear," my mother added, "I expected more sense from you, if not Adrian. Surely youknow that a baby needs all sorts of things."Sydney was momentarily stunned, and I couldn't blame her. I was pretty sure my mother had nevercalled her "dear" before, and I think Sydney was at a loss as to whether to feel flattered by theendearment or chastised for her lack of "sense.""Yes, Mrs. Ivashkov," said Sydney at last. "That's why we wanted you out here while we gotthings settled. We know you'll get him all he needs.""You're Mrs. Ivashkov now," corrected my mom. "Call me Daniella. By Richelle Mead Sydney Adrian Dear Mrs Ivashkov

So, Zoe told me today that - " "Wait. Are you going to talk like that?"I glanced down and realized he was referring to the fact that my shirt was sitting on the floor beside me. "My bra's still on. What's the problem?""The problem is that I'm distracted. Very distracted. If you want my undivided attention and wisdom, you'd better put the shirt back on." I smiled and scooted over to him. "Why, Adrian Ivashkov, are you admitting weakness?" I reached out to touch his cheek, and he caught my wrist with a fierceness that was surprisingly provocative. "Of course. I never claimed strength in the face of your charms, Sage. I'm just an ordinary man. Now put the shirt back on. By Richelle Mead Wait Zoe Shirt Told Today

Adrian Ivashkov wasn't easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I'd come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor.Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn't going to lie to myself - at least not tonight. By Richelle Mead Ivashkov Adrian Surprise Mine Easy

Your boyfriend and Micah will both be speechless." I unfastened my seatbelt. "That's the third time I've heard 'your boyfriend.' What's going on about that? Why won't anyone say Brayden's name?" Neither of them answered right away. Finally, Jill said sheepishly, "Because none of us can remember it." "Oh, come on! I'd expect that from Adrian but not you guys. It's not that weird of a name." "No," admitted Eddie. "But there's just something so ... I don't know. Unmemorable about him. I'm glad he makes you happy, but I just start to tune out whenever he talks. By Richelle Mead Micah Speechless Boyfriend Seatbelt Jill

So this is Canada," I said, looking outside my car door."For the last time, it's not Canada," Sydney replied, rolling her eyes. "It's northern Michigan."I glanced around, seeing nothing but enormous trees in every direction. Despite it being a late August afternoon, the temperature could've easily passed for something in autumn. Craning my head, I just barely caught a glimpse of gray waters beyond the trees to my right: Lake Superior, according to the map I'd seen."Maybe it's not Canada," I conceded. "But it's exactly how I always imagined Canada would look. Except I thought there'd be more hockey. By Richelle Mead Sydney Canada Door Time Replied

I didn't care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me. By Richelle Mead Wild Care Touching Drove Calm

Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?" "Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "We use it all the time with art, ... That, and I know how to use a dictionary By Richelle Mead Sentence Sage Juxtaposition Patiently Art

Well ... I'm on birth control"I was drinking the water again and choked on it. It took several moments of coughing before I could gasp out. "What?""It takes a while for it to start working, so I figured I should be prepared, just in case.""Just in case," I repeated, still dumbfounded. By Richelle Mead Control Birth Drinking Water Choked

If I keep loving you, maybe you'll crack and love me too. By Richelle Mead Loving Crack Love

And besides . . . I don't want to leave you. Er, you guys."He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. "Well, 'we' are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I'm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you're in St. Louis."I grinned back. By Richelle Mead Happy Louis Guys Smiled Face

So, what's this mean exactly?" he asked."You finally come around, and now you're going to just end things because of her?""Kissing you isn't exactly 'coming around.'"He gave me a long, level look. "There was a lot more than kissing, Miss 'I'm a Quick Study. By Richelle Mead Asked Coming Long Level Kissing

He'd moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn't the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasn't easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer. By Richelle Mead Moved Waist Heavily Hands Released

I wanted him. I arched my back, fully aware of how vulnerable that made me and that I was giving him an invitation. He accepted it and laid me back against the table, bringing his body down on top of mine. That crushing kiss of his moved from my mouth to the nape of my neck. He pushed down the edge of my dress and the bra strap underneath, exposing my shoulder and giving his lips more skin to conquer. By Richelle Mead Wanted Back Giving Fully Invitation

I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too. By Richelle Mead Calculation Logic Superstition Love Beneath

Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'? By Richelle Mead Historically Inaccurate Adrian Hand Shoulder

No matter how long or how difficult, we will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you."I managed a wavering smile, tasting blood in my mouth. "You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me. By Richelle Mead Moroi Dad Difficult You Smile

You look confused," said Adrian.I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things."He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it. By Richelle Mead Confused Sighed Adriani Shook Head

Is it true?" She asked. "Do you have a date?""For the love of-you know it's true! And you told Adrian didn't you? By Richelle Mead True Adrian Asked Date Love

You're a solid person, Sage. You're easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy. By Richelle Mead Sage Person Solid Eyes Skinny

I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either." "Put your books away and I'll show you. By Richelle Mead Jillappropriate Ways Put Guessing Mind

He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills, ran over my skin, and fire burned inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. By Richelle Mead Neck Mine Reached Pulled Hand

In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn't focus on any of it. "I've forgotten everything.""No, you haven't." His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. "Just relax and focus." "His reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again. By Richelle Mead Moment Terrified Mind Focus Everything

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare ... ? By Richelle Mead Adrian Suddenly Glanced Leg Locked

Your hair," repeated Dimitri. His eyes were wide, almost awestruck. "Your hair is beautiful."I didn't think so, not in its current state. of course, considering we were in a dark alley filled with bodies, the choices were kind of limited. "You see? You're not one of them. Strigoi don't see beauty. Only death. You found something beautiful. One thing that's beautiful."Hesitantly, nervously, he ran his fingers along the strands I'd touched earlier. "But is it enough?""It is for now." I pressed a kiss to his forehead and helped him stand. "It is for now. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Repeated Hair Beautiful Hesitantly

None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy. By Richelle Mead Bravado Showed Russian Ripped Tall

It had to be one of the weirdest things in the universe that Lissa had never come close to suspecting my feelings for Dimitri but that Adrian had figured it out. By Richelle Mead Lissa Dimitri Adrian Weirdest Things

I wouldn't know how to write a weak female character. I read so much epic fantasy growing up, where you have these sword-wielding, in-your-face warrior maidens. By Richelle Mead Character Write Weak Female Swordwielding

You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who are." "Like what? Got some magic object in mind?" "Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back By Richelle Mead Crazy Firmly Magic Stronger Find

Lissa and I had been best friends ever since kindergarden, when our teacher had paired us together for writing lessons. Forcing five-year-olds to spell "Vasilisa Dragomir" and "Rosemarie Hathaway" was beyond cruel and we'd -or rather, I'd- responded appropriately. I'd chucked my book at our teacher and called her a fascist bastard. I hadn't known what those words meant, but I'd known how to hit a moving target. By Richelle Mead Lissa Kindergarden Lessons Teacher Friends

Against all odds, we made it to the top of the fence. Getting over to the other side was much more difficult, and I had to do a fair amount of acrobatics to help Adrian make the transition while keeping myself steady. Finally, I wrangled him into the correct position to climb down."Good," I said. "Now just reverse what you did before, one hand down in front of the-"Something slipped, either his hand or foot, and Adrian plummeted to the ground. It wasn't that long of a drop, and his height helped a little- not that he was in any shape to actually use his legs and land on his feet. I winced."Or you can just take the short way down," I said. By Richelle Mead Odds Fence Adrian Made Top

Auras tell a lot, Rose, and I'm very good at reading them. Much better than you friends probably are. A spirit dream wraps you own aura in gold, which is how I knew. Your personal aura is unique to you, though it fluctuates with your feelings and soul. When people are in love, it shows. Their auras shine. When you were dreaming, yours was bright. The colors were bright ... but not what expected from a boyfriend. Of course, not every relationship is the same. People are at different stages. I would've brushed it off, except ... " "Except what?" "Except, when you're with Dimitri, your aura's like the sun. So is his. By Richelle Mead Rose Lot Aura Good Reading

You want to be an alchemist so badly? Don't wait to react to the immediate problem.Plan ahead. Look at the big picture and you won't ever have to deal with that problem.Better to save yourself from a major catastrophe than drag your feet over a bunch of little inconveniences. By Richelle Mead Badly Alchemist Ahead Wait React

Adrian laughed just then, a weird kind of laugh that made my skin crawl. "Young girls? Young girls? Sure. Young and old at the same time. They've barely seen anything in life, yet they've already seen too much. One's marked with life, and one's marked with death ... but they're the ones you're worried about? Worry about yourself, dhampir. Worry about you, and worry about me. We're the ones who are young."The rest of us just sort of stared. I don't think anyone had expected Adrian to suddenly take an abrupt trip to Crazyville. By Richelle Mead Young Girls Crawl Worry Laughed

I had no reason to get all goofy, just because the man was too good-looking for his own good. By Richelle Mead Goofy Good Reason Man Goodlooking

I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life ... Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down? By Richelle Mead Wanted Return Lissa Adrian Back

Giving advice was a lot harder than following it. By Richelle Mead Giving Advice Lot Harder

Micah showed up shortly thereafter and was happy to meet our other "brother." He shook Adrian's hand and smiled. "Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting to wonder if Jill was adopted, but you two kind of look like each other.""So does our mailman back in North Dakota," said Adrian."South," I corrected. Fortunately, Micah didn't seem to think there was anything weird about the slip."Right," said Adrian. He studied Micah thoughtfully. "There's something familiar about you. Have we met?"Micah shook his head. "I've never been to South Dakota."I was pretty sure I heard Adrian murmur, "That makes two of us. By Richelle Mead Micah Adrian Brother South Showed

It's Dana! She's back early." He ran his hand frantically over Mitch's neat, blonde hair. "What's she want? What's she doing here?"Maybe she wants Reese's pot back""This is my chance! She's here alone. She wants me. Quick." He yanks my arm and dragged me to the stairs. I cried out in suprise."Get out of sight. Throw that away.""I'm not throwing this away! Besides, you don't think she'll notice that your whole fucking house smells like this? Jesus. Your pupils are the size of her granny panties. Virtuous or not, she isn't stupid. By Richelle Mead Dana Back Mitch Early Reese

Instead, he caught hold of my hands and leaned toward me. "You," he said breathlessly. "Are amazing. Absolutely, positively, exquisitely amazing." And then he kissed me. By Richelle Mead Caught Hold Hands Leaned Amazing

What do you mean it wasn't anything? Didn't the earth move or the planets align or something? -Rose to Lissa on sleeping with Aaron By Richelle Mead Rose Aaron Lissa Earth Move

Early evening. Can you come over? I'll try. We need to celebrate. Should I get champagne and cake ready? Get your bed ready. Wear the black bra. I didn't plan on wearing one. By Richelle Mead Early Evening Ready Celebrate Wear

She's not just any Moroi. She's royal. A princess. And you've seen how she is! Smart and strong and beautiful. She's destined for great things, and one of them isn't being involved with a controversial guardian like me. Her bloodline's regal.Hell, I don't even know who my dad is. Dating her is not even possible. My job is to protect her. To keep her safe. That's where all my attention needs to be. By Richelle Mead Moroi Royal Princess Smart Beautiful

Are you in a suit?' I managed at last, my voice choking up. 'You didn't have to dress up for me.''Quiet, Sage,' he said. 'I'll make the hilarious one-liners during this daring rescue. By Richelle Mead Suit Sage Quiet Managed Voice

Rowena Clark and I had met on the first day of our mixed media class. I'd sat down at her table and said, "Mind if I join you? Figure the best way to learn about art is to sit with a masterpiece." Maybe I was in love, but I was still Adrian Ivashkov.Rowena had fixed me with a flat look. "Let's get one thing straight. I can see through crap a mile away, and I like girls, not guys, so if you can't handle me telling you what's what, then you'd better take your one-liners and hair gel somewhere else. I don't go to this school to put up with pretty boys like you. I'm here to face dubious employment options with a painting degree and then go get a Guinness after class."I'd scooted my chair closer to the table. "You and I are going to get along just fine. By Richelle Mead Clark Rowena Class Met Day

I always love it whenever Rose delivers one of her witty one-liners - particularly when it's a completely serious situation. The contrast always amuses me, but then, I'm biased. By Richelle Mead Rose Oneliners Situation Love Delivers

You'll have a hard time getting any Alchemist to admit that. But I can say you're okay for an irreverent party boy with occasional moments of brilliance.""Brilliant? You think I'm Brilliant?" He threw his hands skyward. "You hear that world? Sage says I'm brilliant.""That's not what I said!"He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out, giving me a devil-may-care grin. "Thanks for the ego boost. I'm going to go and tell Clarence and Lee all about your high opinion.""Hey, I didn't-"But he was already gone. By Richelle Mead Alchemist Brilliant Hard Time Admit

My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth - so, so warm, despite his cold skin - had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed ... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on. By Richelle Mead Dimitri Captivity Mouth Warm Skin

Even I got turned down by girls, and when it happened, I dusted off my ego and moved on. By Richelle Mead Girls Happened Turned Dusted Ego

I knew you were a badass," continued Adrian. "But I didn't realize just how much until I saw you dropping guardians out there.""Does that mean you're going to be nicer to me?" I teased."I'm already nice to you," he said loftily. "Do you know how badly I want a cigarette right now? But no. I manfully suffer through nicotine withdrawal - all for you. By Richelle Mead Adrian Badass Continued Knew There

Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together.""No," I said."No?""We're, uh, not in West Virginia. By Richelle Mead West Belikov Virginia Alchemist Sonya

I need you," said Lissa."I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. By Richelle Mead Lissa Adrian Lot Hear Women

What's up?" Christian asked. "Need some hairstyling tips?""Tips you stole from me? No thanks. But I hear you've got a really good bacon meatloaf recipe."It was worth it then and there to see his complete and total surprise."Since when do you cook?" he finally managed to stammer."Oh, you know. I'm a Renaissance man. I do it all. Send it if you've got it, and I'll give it a try. I'll let you know if I make any improvements."His smirk returned. "Are you trying to impress a girl?""With cooking?" I pointed at my face. "This is all it takes, Ozera. By Richelle Mead Tips Christian Asked Ozera Renaissance

And so went the rest of our conversation, with me having to constantly stop and explain what I'd just said. Each time, Dorian had some gentry equivalent for whatever I described. Some were more far-fetched than others, like when he said he was certain gorging on cake all day would achieve the same results as a blood-sugar test. He also had a very complicated explanation about how balancing a chicken in a tree was a well-established gentry method of determining gender. I was almost certain he knew there was no real equivalent to half the things I told him about and that he was making most of this up on the spot. He was simply trying to entertain me with the outlandish. By Richelle Mead