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.
She might be unarmed, but Rose Hathaway was in possession of many weapons.
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.
Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.
Both Christian and Adrian had worried there would be some piece of Strigoi left in him, but their fears had been about violence and bloodshed. No one would have guessed this: that living as a Strigoi had hardened his heart, killing any chance of him loving anyone. Killing any chance of him loving me. And I was pretty sure that if that was the case, then part of me would die too.
I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.
Tradition or not, I sometimes thought putting children on an old guy’s lap was already creepy enough. We didn’t need to mix alcohol into it.
You got some cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa?
Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.
He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.
You have an interesting set of morals," he observed. "Breaking out of jail is okay. But steal a car, and you sound totally outraged.
A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw. . . safety
What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream. " "I need you," said Lissa. "I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance.
We're the same! Even Sonya says we are. We've always been the same, and we're both acting the same stupid way now! We hold ourselves to higher standards than everyone else.
All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?
I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn't know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn't thrilled about either option.
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.
I don’t know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little bit. ” “I— I figured it’d be a shame to ruin your pretty face,” I stammered.
I wasn't fooled. He was avoiding looking at me. "There's nothing to talk about. " "I knew you'd say that. Actually, it was a toss-up between that and 'I don't know what you're talking about. '" Dimitri sighed.
Where are you going?" he asked. "To break someone's heart," I replied.
Look, don’t get me wrong. I worship the ground this guy walks on. I’m excited to meet him tonight. I’m dying to meet him tonight. If he wanted to carry me off and make me his love slave, I’d do it, so long as I got advance copies of his books.