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.
Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—
It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.
Ever since Dimitri came back. . . no, scratch that. Ever since you became obsessed with changing him, you've been torn over me. No matter what's happened between us, you've never really given yourself over to our relationship. I wanted to believe what you told me. I thought you were ready. . . but you weren't.
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.
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.
What's that?" he asked, when I stood beside him again. "Halos," I said with a grin. "For heavenly creatures like us. " "That might be a stretch.
Feminist,” he said, clearly amused. “Next you’ll be telling us you hate men. ” She gave him a blank look. “I only hate stupid men who don’t actually understand what ‘feminist’ means. ” He laughed. “You run into a lot of men like that?” “All the time. ” “Really?” “Even as we speak, Nick. ” “Oh no she didn’t,” said Peter. I groaned.
ʺYour hair was beautiful too. All of you. You were amazing when we first met, and somehow, inexplicably, youʹve come even farther. Youʹve always been pure, raw energy, and now you control it. Youʹre the most amazing woman Iʹve ever met, and Iʹm glad to have had that love for you in my life. I regret losing it. ʺ He grew pensive. ʺI would give anything—anything—in the world to go back and change history. To run into your arms after Lissa brought me back. To have a life with you. Itʹs too late, of course, but Iʹve accepted it. ʺ
We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are. . . you have to choose.
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.
Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he'd read the Hugo book in any language.
Iʹve seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?ʺ ʺChristian,ʺ corrected Lissa. ʺRight. ʺ. . . . ʺSo what brings you and Christopher here?ʺ asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink. ʺChristian,ʺ said Christian. . . . . Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. ʺBut you just got here! I was hoping we could get to know each other. ʺ It went without saying what he meant by that. ʺOh. And Kreskin too.
I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
But all I could see was her. No skill of mine, no artist anywhere, could’ve immortalized how gorgeous she was. It was impossible to believe she’d ever had any doubts about her body. The firelight shone on her skin, golden and perfect, making her look like some radiant goddess of legend. I wanted to kneel before her and offer eternal obedience.
What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.
Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.
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.
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.
I don't suppose that she gave you the job based on looks alone?" Adrian had been staring off but now flashed me a big smile. "Why, Sage, you sweet talker. " "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's not bad. " I admitted. "Then she asked what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start?'" "Adrian!" "Stop saying my name like that. I told her the truth. By the time I was on the fourth one, she told me I could go.
I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too.