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.
Okay, but if you try to get me to pray with you, I walk.
I also never would have imagined I'd quote back a church lesson, but when the rest of the crowd stood up to take communion, I found myself saying to Dimitri: "Don't you think that if God can supposedly forgive you, it's kind of egotistical for you not to forgive yourself?" "How long have you been waiting to use that line on me?" he asked. "Actually, it just came to me. Pretty good, huh? I bet you thought I wasn't paying attention. " "You weren't. You never do. You were watching me.
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.
You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. You have no clue of how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.
You made your own jean shorts. . . with a butter knife?
John Cusack is standing over there. ” I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. “That’s not John Cusack. That’s Jerome. ” “Seriously?” “Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack. ” “Keyword: looked. That guy doesn’t look like him. That guy is him.
My life didnʹt need to be on the line for me to enjoy dessert.
Okay. Now you have to move your arms and legs. ” “I know how to make a snow angel. ” “Then do it! Otherwise, you’re more like a chalk outline at a police crime scene.
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.
Propriety's never been Adrian's strong suit.
Do you believe in fairy tales?" "What. . . what kind of fairy tales?" "The kind you aren't supposed to waste your life on.
You…you need to move on,” I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. “You need to find someone else. You know I don’t—that I can’t. Well, you know. You’re wasting your time with me. ” He remained firm. “It’s my time to waste.
Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date. ” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring. ” “A real date.
I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life. . . "Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?
No, but. . . " But I had felt something from another person. Someone who spent time with Alec. The last card in my head flipped over. "I know who it is. It's him. That guy. " "Of course," said Carter dryly. "I knew it was that guy. It's always that guy.
As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.
I'd do a lot of things to protect you.
I’m a succubus. ” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t. ” “Yes, I am. ” “You aren’t. ” I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. “I am too. ” “No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They don’t wear jeans and sweaters.
One day she's throwing a book at me. The next, we're making out behind the library.
I'd accepted a while ago that there were too many reasons for me to even think about him romantically anymore. Every once in a while, I slipped a little and kind of wished he would too. It'd have been nice to know that he still wanted me, that I still drove him crazy. Studying him now, I realized he might not ever slip because I didn't drive him crazy anymore. It was a depressing thought.