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.
What happened? Did a house fall on your sister?" I asked. Maybe there was a benefit to our language barrier. She pursed her lips. "You can't stay here much longer," she said. My mouth dropped open. "You. . . you speak English?" She snorted. "Of course.
He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.
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. " Standing in the doorway, he looked over at me and smiled. "Yes. Lots of things.
But also. . . well, you and I will both be Lissa's gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her. " "I know that. Of course that's what you have to do. " The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.
Seth's quote from his book: "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get Him to swap our places" -"Running up that Hill" by Kate Bush
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.
Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.
anger based on calculated reason is more dangerous than anger based on blind hate
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.
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.
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.
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.
Whoa, Dimitri," I said, tossing my bag on the floor. "I realize this is actually a current hit in Eastern Europe right now, but do you think we could maybe listen to something that wasn't recorded before I was born?” Only his eyes flicked toward me; the rest of his posture remained the same. "What does it matter to you? I'm the one who's going to be listening to it. You'll be outside running.
I looked him in the eye, "I will always love you. " Then 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.
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.
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.
What have I done?" I whispered. Jill put her arm around me, but it was Dimitri who spoke. "What you had to.
I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way. " "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.
Me, I always wanted frost power. ” “Frost power?” “Yeah. ” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice. ” “Not frost?” “Same difference. ” “How would frost andor ice power help you fight crime?” “Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.
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.