Because... Beacause it's so good, and there's only one chance to read a book for the first time, and I want it to last. That experience. I'd finish it in a day otherwise, and that'd be like...like eating a carton of ice cream in one sitting. Too much richness over too quickly. This way, I can draw it out. Make the book last longer. Savor it. I have to since they don't come out that often.

— Richelle Mead

Because I can't help doing it," he said with a shrug. "And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're already half in love with me."" I am not! And everything you just said is ridiculous. That's terrible logic." Adrian returned to his crossword puzzle. "Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember-no matter how ordinary things seem between us-I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will."" I don't think you're evil."" See? Things are already looking promising.

— Richelle Mead

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."“Why are they all high-calorie foods?

— Richelle Mead

Behaviors and feelings rarely line up.

— Richelle Mead

Below is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he committed against you this morning."" Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?"" I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though."" Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?"" You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering."" Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this.

— Richelle Mead

Blake smiled radiantly. May I call you Basilica?you can call me Lisa.you can also, ʺ added Christian, let go of her hand now.

— Richelle Mead

Bless you, daughter of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.

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Both Christian and Adrian had worried there would be some piece of Straight left in him, but their fears had been about violence and bloodshed. No one would have guessed this: that living as a Straight 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.

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But all I could see was her. No skill of mine, no artist anywhere, could’ve immortalized how gorgeous she was. It was impossible to believe she’d ever had any doubts about her body. The firelight shone on her skin, golden and perfect, making her look like some radiant goddess of legend. I wanted to kneel before her and offer eternal obedience.

— Richelle Mead

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.”“Already crazy about you, Sage.

— Richelle Mead