2,132 Quotes by Richelle Mead

Sage!" he called. "You have got to see this."Eddie and I reached the next green and stared in astonishment. Then I burst out laughing.We had reached Dracula's Castle. (...)I couldn't stop laughing. Adrian and Eddie looked at me as though they'd never seen me before."I don't think I've ever heard her laugh," Eddie told him."Certainly not the reaction I was expecting," mused Adrian. "I'd been counting on abject terror, judging from past Alchemist behaviour. I didn't think you liked vampires.

You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?"I gave up on my artistic interpretation and turned to him. "Nope. Brayden just broke up with me."Adrian's smirk faded. "Oh. Shit. I'm sorry. Are you... I mean, do you need a drink? Do you need to, uh, cry or anything?

Speaking of that dress,” he added, “I still haven’t seen it.”I laughed softly. “You couldn’t handle it.” He raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that a challenge, Sage? I can handle a lot.”“Not if our history is any indication. Each time I wear some moderately attractive dress, you lose it.” “That’s not exactly true,” he said. “I lose it no matter what you’re wearing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer.“Damn,” he murmured.“What?” I asked, never taking my eyes off his.He ran his hands over my hips. “I’m not supposed to kiss you.”“It’s okay.”“What is?”“It’s okay if I kiss you.

That hand slipped under my dress, running along the side of my leg and up to my hip. I burned where he touched me, and everything within me became focused on that hand. It was moving far too slowly, and I grabbed it, ready to urge it on. Adrian chuckled and caught hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away and pinning it down against the covers. “Never thought I’d be the one slowing you down.” I opened my eyes and met his. “I’m a quick study.

Unexpected treat," he said. His eyes fell on Marcus and widened. "I'll be damned. You found him.""Thanks to you," I said.Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form-and then instantly dried up. "What happened to your face?""Oh," I lightly touched the swollen spot. It still smarted but wasn't as painful as it had been earlier. I spoke my next words without thinking. "Marcus hit me.

What’s this? It looks like a lily.”“It is,” he said. “No offense, but this lily iskind of more badass than yours. If the Alchemistswant to buy the rights to this andstart using it, I’m willing to negotiate.

He always got this glint in his eyes when he complimented my looks, like he was seeing so much more than just my actual appearance.

And yet, once again, you’re the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say.”“I do not. You know that’s not what I meant.”He shook his head in mock sympathy. “I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I’m the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.”“Adrian!”But he was already out the door, knowing laughter echoing behind him.