You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day."
- -
Richelle Mead
0

Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.

By Richelle Mead

Did you pick that out?" I asked Dimitri. Honestly, I would have expected him to bend a piece of steel with his bare hands and present her with that.

By Richelle Mead

Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?

By Richelle Mead

And besides . . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.

By Richelle Mead

I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last.

By Richelle Mead

You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.

By Richelle Mead

I realized I’m in love. It's always been right in front of me.

By Richelle Mead

Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing.

By Richelle Mead

Love fades. Mine has.

By Richelle Mead

Dimitri's voice snapped my attention back to him. "That's Adrian Ivashkov." He said the name the same way everyone else did.

By Richelle Mead

Vladimir did great things—so could she. Besides, they come first, right?"

By Richelle Mead

I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I love you.

By Richelle Mead

No matter how long or how difficult, we will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you."

By Richelle Mead

He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.

By Richelle Mead

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."

By Richelle Mead
bool(false) Error: (null) [0] (severity 0) [(null)]