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__ut not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.

I nearly dropped the plate I held. "You've asked me out tons of times.""Not really. I've made inapproprite suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date. And, if memory serves, you did say you'd give me a fair chance once I let you clean out my trust fund.""I didn't clean it out," I scoffed.

Hey, he's awesome. A little unstable, but awesome. We got along great." Adrian opened the door to the building we were seeking. "And he's a badass in his way too. I mean, any other guy who wore scarves like that? He'd be laughed out of this school. Not Abe. He'd beat someone almost as badly as you would. In fact..." Adrian's voice turned nervous. I gave him a surprised look."In fact what?""Well...Abe said he liked me. But he also made it clear what he'd do to me if I ever hurt you or did anything bad." Adrian grimaced. "In fact, he described what he'd do in very graphic detail. Then, just like that, he switched to some random, happy topic. I like the guy, but he's scary.

I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in Him -barely- as long as He let me sleep in on Sundays.

Note even Moroi give licenses to infants, Sage,

We__e the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want... I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless." - Adrian Ivashkov

If I keep loving you, maybe you'll crack and love me too.

I looked him in the eye. __ will always love you._ Then I plunged the stake into his chest.

What in the world is this abomination?__issa, only slightly more tactful, asked, __drian, is this some kind of joke?

Don't worry know what you can't change. rest when you can so you'll be ready for tomorrows battle.

How is Angeline?" asked Dimitri. "Is she improving?"Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. "improving how exactly?" I asked. "Improving how exactly?" I asked. "In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?" "Or in turning off caps lock?" added Eddie. "you noticed that too?"I asked. "Hard not to," he said.Dimitri looked surprised, which was not a common thing. He wasn't caught off guard very often, but then, no one could really prepare for what Angeline might do. "I didn't realize I needed to be more specific," said Dimitri after a pause. "I meant combat.

But I didn't know about the other story.""What other story?_"About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are_""No, whatever you heard it__ not true.""But it was really romantic""Then it__ definitely not true.

And after a while...I mean, how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die. My powers aren't a prescription you can get filled as needed.

How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.

I don__ believe in soul mates, not exactly. I think it__ ridiculous to think that there__ only one person out there for us. What if your __oul mate_ lives in Zimbabwe? What if he dies young? I also think __wo souls becoming one_ is ridiculous. You need to hold onto yourself.

Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.

Тhere isnʹt much I wouldnʹt do for you. Тhe stupider, the better.