Richelle Mead (born November 12, 1976) is a bestselling American fantasy author. She is known for the Georgina Kincaid series, Vampire Academy, Bloodlines and the Dark Swan series.
I, had an excellent instructor. One that you currently have locked up. If you want to talk about skills going to waste, then go look in your own jail.
What hope is there?” I asked. “If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?” “There isn’t,” he said. “We’re on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.
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.
It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.
It was impossible to get the Dimitri and Tasha thing out of my head, but at least packing and getting ready made sure I didn't devote 100 percent of my brain power to him. More like 95 percent.
I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.
That was ridiculous," I told Dorian, once she'd left. "She's not the kind of person to fall for your flirting. " "On the contrary," said Dorian. "She's exactly the kind of person to fall for it. I understand these warrior maids, you know. They live such harsh, cold lives, always trying to keep up with the men. . . when really, they just need someone to make them feel like a woman. And that, of course, is an area in which I excel. Why, if I'd had ten minutes alone with her—
A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around. " "Funny, I feel that way about you too. " He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away.
Except, now that I don’t have a car, I can’t really make good on my birthday promise. ” Sydney thought about it for several moments. “Well. I’ve got a car. ” An hour later, I vowed I’d never make fun of that Mazda again.
Sorry, Sage. Last I checked, you aren’t an expert in social matters. . . " "At least I take action. You? You let the world go by without you. You have no spine. You don’t fight back. " “You don’t know the first thing about me, Adrian Ivashkov. I fight back plenty.
How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink. " This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini. " "A martini. " I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview. " "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
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.
Because it gives him and excuse to be around her--without 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.
After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn't been any traffic on the road for over an hour, though, which was really the most important thing. We hadn't been followed. Sydney drove us to a building with a sign that read MOTEL. Apparently this town liked to stick to the basics when it came to names. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually just called TOWN.
Too bad you got so bogged down in books. You've got the spirit of a warrior.
I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn’t that what normal mothers and daughters did?
My heart shattered. My world shattered
She has very strong ideas about family - ideas that probably sound kind of sexist to you. She believes all dhampirs should train and put in time as guardians, but that the women should eventually return home to raise their children together. But not the men? No, he said wryly. She thinks men still need to stay out there and kill Strigoi.
And you work for that demon, right? The one who looks like Matthew Broderick?” “John Cusack,” I corrected. “He looks like John Cusack. ” “Whatever.
The Alchemists’ beliefs are my beliefs,” I say quickly. She arched an eyebrow. “Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs. ” I’d never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true.