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.
You're strong—you're so, so strong. It's why I love you.
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks. . . then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It's really not even fair to everyone else.
Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me. "I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks.
She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.
Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.
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.
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.
Georgina," He murmured, pulling me closer. "You are the world.
He was hiding from his problems in a bottle, something that went against every piece of my nature. Me? I couldnʹt let my problems win without a fight.
A gun I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought. I’d spent my life focusing on hand to hand combat, learning to dodge fangs and powerful hands that could snap my neck. A gun? It was so… well, easy. Should I be insulted? I didn’t know. Did it matter? I didn’t know that either. All I knew in that moment was that I was going to die, regardless.
You will not! It's wrong. " "What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?
Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go.
Right," I scoffed, "Alpha Yam Ergo. " Adrian nodded solemnly. "A very old and prestigious society. " "I've never heard of them," said the girl who'd claimed the first shirt. "They don't let many people in," he said. In white paint, he wrote his fake fraternity's initials: AYE. "Isn't that what pirates say?" asked one of the girls. "Well, the Alpha Yams have nautical origins," he explained. To my horror he began painting a pirate skeleton riding a motorcycle. "Oh, no," I groaned. "Not the tattoo. " "It's our logo," he said.
Some rules are bigger than the universe.
Aubrey, crouching on a nearby counter, watched me with squinty eyes, apparently pondering why anyone would willingly immerse themselves in water ever, let alone for extended periods of time.
I realized I’m in love. It's always been right in front of me.
Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection. " He paused to reconsider that. "Well, except for my parents. They got it on the first try. " (Adrian)
i will always love you. " "no you won't. you'll move on. So will i.