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.
Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.
There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.
I can understand bitchiness in any language.
I’m telling you, you’d like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencer’s. The other day, he was going off on unaerobic vs. aerobic respiration, and I was thinking, ‘You know who this sounds like? Melbourne. ’” -- Trey
Janine Hathaway offered to be my guardian, " said Lissa suddenly. "Janine Hathaway?" Tatiana's eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. "I'm sure she has other commitments. No, we've got much better choices. " A better choice than Janine Hathaway? Not likely. Before Dimitri, my mother had been the gold standard by which I measured all badassedness.
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.
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'.
My mind. . . It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.
When she left for a third time and returned with a giant box, I started to get irate. "What is this?" I demanded, taking it from her. It felt like it had bricks in it. "Grandmother needs you to carry some things," Paul told me. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "I sort of figured that out fifty pounds ago.
"Watch it. " he said at last. "I can make your life miserable. " I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst - but you haven't seen what i can do yet. "
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.
All the best, Sydney P. 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.
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.
I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.
It’s as easy as we choose to make it,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “At least, this decision is. Nothing’s truly easy, Georgina. Love and life. . . they’re wonderful, but they’re hard. We may mess up again. We have to be strong and decide if we can still go forward, even when things aren’t perfect.
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.
When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,” Peter explained, “but that we should go ahead and draw for him. ” “Draw?” I asked uneasily. “Oh Lord. Tell me it’s not Pictionary night too. ” Peter sighed wearily. “Draw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?” “Secret Santas? Seems like we just did that,” I said. “Yeah, a year ago,” said Peter. “Just like we do very Christmas.
What am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?” “Sleep with it,” he suggested. “Think of me.
Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?
Yeah. Rose. " Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. "She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a body full of fire and energy. No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks. . . she's always there. He can't escape her.