Quotes by Richelle Mead

There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.

If the other person says Fuck Off, well, then, deal. Move on.

Through the metal grating on my carrier door, Adrians face suddenly appeared, peering in at me. What new, pussycat?

I shook my head, smiling in spite of myself, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Adrian. My husband. If anyone had told me a year ago that Id be married, I wouldve said they were joking. If theyd told me Id be married to a vampire, I wouldve said they were delusional. Looking at Adrian now, I felt a surge of love well up within me, despite our earlier tension. I could no longer imagine a life without him in it. It was impossible. Could I imagine a life with him that didnt involve us being trapped in a suite of rooms with his mother while both our people reviled us and made plans against us? Definitely. There were any number of futures Id love to have for us, but his was our current path until something spectacular happened. Outside, the Courts gates, my people wanted to imprison me. Inside them, his people wanted to assault him. At least in this suite, we were safe. Most importantly, we were together.

We dont really have a song or anything. I pondered that for a second. I guess weve failed as a couple in that regard.She scoffed. If thats our biggest failing, then I think were doing okay.

I’d seen weirder things than a haunted shoe, but not many.

I need it! I need it! Its a royal heirloom!Adrian?What are you doing here?Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. Ill drive you home.No, I cant. Not until we get it. He stole it!

His eyes widened. “Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t think less of you.

Jills face was hard when PE ended, and I had the feeling she was trying not to cry. I tried talking to her in the locker room, but she simply shook her head and headed off for the showers. I was about to go there myself when I heard a shriek. Those of us who were still by the lockers raced to the shower room to see what was happening.Laurel jerked the curtain back from her stall and came running out, oblivious to the fact that she was naked. I gaped. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of ice. Water droplets from the shower had frozen solid on her skin and in her hair, though in the steamy heat of the rest of the room, they were already starting to melt. I glanced over to the shower itself and noticed that the water coming out of the faucet was also frozen solid.

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 needed to protect her from this - and from herself.

You cant force love, I realized. Its there or it isnt.

Dont judge the past by the standards of today. It wont work. Theyre incompatible.

History is important because it teaches us about past. And by learning about the past, ypu come to understand the present, so that you may make educated decisions about the future.

Whats your name?What? I asked, squinting at the light.Your name. I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.You know my name.I want you to tell me.Rose. Rose Hathaway.Do you know your birthday?Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off.

I remembered those frantic seconds when I’d thought all I loved and knew, all that was Sydney Sage, would be lost from this world. My battered friends and I had just had a brush with death, dancing with this evil. We’d destroyed it, but it was terrifying how touch and go it all had been. At any moment, the Strigoi could have gained the advantage and killed one or all of us. Life and death were inextricably bound together, and we wavered between them. But we’d triumphed over death tonight. We were alive, and the world was beautiful. Life was beautiful, and I refused to waste mine.

I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadnt been her goal.

and afterward, after it was done, it was too much, and I felt like I was going to... I dont know.... explode, and it was just too much, I had to let it out you know? I had to-I interrupted her hysteria Its okay, I understand.That was a lie. I didnt get her cutting at all. Shed done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. Shed try to explain it to me, how she didnt want to die - she just needed to get it out somehow. 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.

He stepped back and threw his arms out.Im always crazy around you Rose. Here, Im going to write an impromptu poem for you.He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:Rose is in redBut never in blueSharp as a thornFights like one too.

Dimitri is dead, she said. It was a statement, not a question, but she was looking to me for confirmation. I wondered if Id given away something, some hint that there was still more to the story. Or maybe she just needed the certainty of those words. And for a moment, I considered telling them that Dimitri was dead. It was what the Academy would tell them, what the guardians would tell them. It would be easier on them...but somehow, I couldnt stand to lie to them—even if it was a comforting lie. Dimitri would have wanted the whole truth, and his family would too. No, I said, and for a heartbeat, hope sprang up in everyones faces—at least until I spoke again. Dimitris a Strigoi.