Quotes by Richelle Mead

It made you happy...

No, I thought. Not just Hell. Really, Heaven was just as guilty. What kind of group could advocate goodness and not allow its members to love?

I dont think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.

I stared. Canadian Satanists? Youre sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didnt care that we were out in public. I didnt care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

Theres nothing worse than waiting and not knowing whatll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

whats your name?what? i asked, squinting at the light.your name. I reconized 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, taking the annoying light with her. I think shes fine,

Not into older guys, huh? asked Adrian once we were alone.Youre imagining things, I said. Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind.

Wow. I hadnt thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. You beat up your dad. I mean, thats really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god.He blinked. What?Uh, nothing.

Roza. His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . itwas all just colder. You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.

By the way, my names Rose Hathaway. Im seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy.Hey, no one said high school was easy.

Thats pretty hot, he said.Punching me in the eye?Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. Im a big fan of full-contact sports.Im sure you are.

Well he didnt treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things.Like... I hesitated. Blood-whore things?Like beating-her-up kinds of things he replied flatly.Oh God, I said Thats horrible. And she...she just let it happen?She did. The corner of his mouth turned into a sly, sad smile. But I didntTell me, tell me you beat the crap out of himHis smile grew, I did.

It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.I can’t. I can’t leave him alone. I have to protect him.You have.

Sweat isnt a bad thing, he said, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. Some of the best things in life happen while your sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful women? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, youd know what Im talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good...especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration...mmm. He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. Dead sexy.

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?NoNo?No.

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.“No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categoriesthat restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didnt have any way to control.

It is terrifying,” said Adrian. “And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows… well, part of you knows something’s not right. That your thinking’s not right. But what do you about that? 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? What other people tell you?