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.
Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?" "I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy. " "Welcome to my world.
I saw him because I see everything. Easy when no one notices you.
If you touch me, I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the ability to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how bad ass you really are. "
Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.
Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.
Poor Martin. Geek or no, committing his soul to eternal damnation was a helluva price to pay for six minutes.
So. Are you guys here to convert me or sell me siding?
I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I love you.
What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.
Adrian frowned. 'Is that a noose?' 'It's a tie!' I cried, trying not to feel offended. He laughed, clearly delighted at this. 'My mistake.
Any life worth living is going to have risks
You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.
Right. Because there’s no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance
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.
Screw you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?” "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.
Dimitri Belikov had arrived.
Also, I didn’t trust any guy who used more styling products than I did.
It matters to me. That's what you don't get. You can't understand. You can't understand what it's like knowing what I did. That whole time being Strigoi. . . It's like a dream now, but it's one I remember clearly. There can be no forgiveness for me. And what happened with you? I remember that most of all. Everything I did. Everything I wanted to do.
That’s the last time you’re going to kiss me,” I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. “So you say.
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.