Adrian," I whispered, my tears starting to flow faster. His head snapped up--and then he moved with his incredible speed, gripping me in those powerful arms. Tilting my head back and covering my mouth in a bruising kiss that made joy rip through me with all the intensity of the pain I'd felt before. When he finally broke away several minutes later, I could hardly breathe, but I still managed to speak." I love you," I choked out. "I love you, I love you, I love you--"His kiss cut me off again, and this time, I wasn't crying when I kissed him back. I was smiling.

— Jeaniene Frost

But once in a while. . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.

— Richelle Mead

He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.

— Richelle Mead

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?

— Richelle Mead

It made you happy...

— Richelle Mead

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. Jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly." Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon."" So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

— Richelle Mead

Rose, I cheat at cards and buy liquor for minors. But I would never, ever force you into something you don't want.

— Richelle Mead

She heard Adrian say to Christian, you know, your shirts kind of grungy-looking. Seems like you could put in a little more effort since your dating a princess.ʺ

— Richelle Mead

Their islet much I wouldst do for you. The stupider, the better.

— Richelle Mead

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did." I frowned, "What's that?"" Homework.

— Richelle Mead