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“I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced by a dreamy one.
鈥淭he mechanic will wait,鈥� he said.
鈥淵eah, but I鈥檓 supposed to meet Brayden soon, I鈥檒l be-鈥� That鈥檚 when I got a good look at Adrian. 鈥淲hat have you done? Look at you! You shouldn鈥檛 be out here.鈥�
鈥淚t鈥檚 not that bad.鈥�
He was lying, and we both knew it.

鈥淐ome on, we have to get you out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?鈥�
His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. 鈥淚t was worth it. You looked鈥appy”
― Richelle Mead

“Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“You鈥檙e a solid person, Sage. You鈥檙e easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.”
― Richelle Mead, Bloodlines

“I suck,鈥� I said, after several minutes of uncomfortable silence into our drive.
鈥淚s that some kind of vampire joke?鈥� Trey
asked.”
― Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows

“Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favourite."
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, Bloodlines

“You know," said Sydney, after a sip. "I kind of can taste some citrus in this. Just barely. Like a hint of orange. And it's sweeter than I thought, but that'd make sense if the guy said it was late harvest varietal. Grapes retain more sugar the longer they stay on the vine."

"I knew it," I said triumphantly. "I knew this was exactly what would happen if I ever got you to drink."

She titled her head, puzzled. "What?"
"Never mind.”
― Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows

“Do you really want him to get over you?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“She continue kissing me with that ferocity, so much so that her lips lightly scraped my teeth. It was only a few drops, but as the sweet metallic taste of her blood touched my tongue, a blinding ecstasy flooded my body.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“What do you think, little dhampir? I was pretty badass with that plant, wasn鈥檛 I? Of course, it would have been more badass if I鈥檇, I dunno, helped an amputee grow a limb back. Or maybe separated Siamese twins. But that鈥檒l come with more practice.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss

“If I keep loving you, maybe you'll crack and love me too.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn鈥檛 know how to drive?鈥�
鈥淚sn鈥檛 it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn鈥檛. I did it so I鈥檇 have a reason to be around you鈥攐ne I knew you couldn鈥檛 refuse.鈥�
鈥淏ut鈥� why? Why would you want to do that?鈥�
鈥淲hy?鈥� he asked. 鈥淏ecause it was the closest I could get to doing this.鈥�
He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills ran over my skin, and fire burned inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of
constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.
And it was glorious.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Perfume can be good . . . especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry." - Adrian Ivashkov”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“Do you know why I don鈥檛 like him? Brayden? Because of what he said.鈥�
鈥淲hat part?鈥�
鈥溾�楬istorically inaccurate.鈥濃�� Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one
not on my shoulder. 鈥淲ho the hell looks at you and says 鈥榟istorically
颈苍补肠肠耻谤补迟别鈥�?鈥�
鈥淲ell,鈥� I said. 鈥淭echnically it is.鈥�
鈥淗e shouldn鈥檛 have said that.鈥�
I shifted, knowing I should move away鈥� but I didn鈥檛. 鈥淟ook, it鈥檚 just his
飞补测.鈥�
鈥淗e shouldn鈥檛 have said that,鈥� repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his
face toward mine. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 care if he鈥檚 not the emotional type or the
complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire
and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said,
鈥榊ou are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Sage, I distinctly remember every part of that night. You didn鈥檛 seem that unwilling. You were practically on top of me.鈥�
鈥淚 don鈥檛 really remember the details,鈥� I lied.
He moved his hand from my neck and rested a fingertip on my lips. 鈥淏ut I鈥檒l stick to just kissing these if it makes you feel better. No mark.鈥� He started to lean toward me, and I jerked away.
鈥淵ou will not! It鈥檚 wrong.鈥�
鈥淲hat, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?鈥�
鈥淏oth,鈥� I said, feeling my cheeks burn. 鈥淚f you鈥檙e going to attempt something inappropriate鈥攕omething you said you wouldn鈥檛 do anymore鈥攖hen you could at least pick a better place.鈥�
He laughed softly, and the look in his eyes confused me further. 鈥淥kay,鈥� he said. 鈥淭he next time I kiss you, I promise it鈥檒l be in a more romantic place.鈥�
鈥淚鈥攚hat? No! You shouldn鈥檛 try at all!”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“None of us are meant to be or do anything. We decide what we're going to be.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“She said no, okay?
How many times does she have to refuse?鈥� Adrian demanded. 鈥淚f she doesn鈥檛
want to, then that鈥檚 all there is to it. This has nothing to do with her. This is our
science project. She鈥檚 here to protect Jill and has plenty to do there. So stop
harassing her already!鈥�
鈥溾�楬arassing鈥� is kind of a strong word,鈥� Dimitri said, calm in the face of
Adrian鈥檚 outburst.
鈥淣ot when you keep pushing someone who wants to be left alone,鈥� countered
Adrian. He shot me a concerned look before fixing his anger back on Sonya and
Dimitri. 鈥淪top ganging up on her.鈥�
鈥淭ake Eddie鈥檚 blood. Take Belikov鈥檚
blood. Take your own for all I care. But if she doesn鈥檛 want to give hers, then
that鈥檚 all there is to it. She said no. This conversation is done.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“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鈥檛 even know
it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“I鈥檒l be damned. You found him.鈥�
鈥淭hanks to you,鈥� I said.
Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form鈥攁nd then instantly dried up. 鈥淲hat happened to your face?鈥�
鈥淥h.Marcus hit me.鈥�
I鈥檇 never seen Adrian move so fast. Marcus had no chance to react, probably because he was exhausted from our earlier encounter. Adrian shoved Marcus up against a wall and鈥攖o my complete and utter astonishment鈥攑unched Marcus.
Adrian had once joked that he never dirtied his hands, so this was something I never could have prepared myself for. In fact, if Adrian was going to attack someone, I would鈥檝e expected something magical and spirit-driven.
Yet . . . as I watched him, I could see that anything as thoughtful as magic was far from Adrian鈥檚 mind. He had kicked into primal mode. See a threat. Go after it.
It was yet another surprising鈥攜et fascinating鈥攕ide of the enigma that was Adrian Ivashkov.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I鈥檓 not dangerous,鈥� I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. 鈥淵ou are to me.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the
world around me faded. The noise, the smoke . . . it was gone. All that mattered
was the taste of his mouth, a mix of cloves and mints. There was a fierceness in his kiss, a desperation . . . and I answered, just as hungry for him. I didn鈥檛 stop
him when he pulled me closer, so that I almost sat on his lap. I鈥檇 never been
wrapped around someone鈥檚 body like that, and I was shocked at how eagerly
mine responded. His arm went around my waist, pulling me onto him further,
and his other hand slid up the back of my neck, getting entangled in my hair.
Amazingly, the wig stayed on. He took his lips away from my mouth, gently
trailing kisses down to my neck. I tipped my head back, gasping when the
intensity returned to his mouth. There was an animalistic quality that sent shock
waves through the rest of my body. Some Alchemist voice warned me that this
was exactly how a vampire would feed, but I had no fear. Adrian wouldn鈥檛 hurt
me, and I needed to know just how hard he could kiss me and鈥�
鈥淥h my God!鈥�
Adrian and I jerked apart as though someone had thrown cold water on us,
though our legs stayed entangled.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Miss Melbourne?
鈥淵es, ma鈥檃m?鈥�
鈥淵ou might want to do something about your neck.鈥�
I was totally lost. 鈥淢y neck?鈥�
She reached into her purse and handed me a compact mirror. I opened it and
surveyed my neck, still trying to figure out what she could be talking about.
Then I saw it. A small, brownish purple bruise on the side of my neck.
鈥淲hat on earth is that?鈥� I exclaimed.
Ms. Terwilliger snorted. 鈥淎lthough it鈥檚 been a while for me, I believe the technical term is a hickey.鈥� She paused and arched an eyebrow. 鈥淵ou do know what that is, don鈥檛 you?鈥�
鈥淥f course I know!鈥� I lowered the mirror. 鈥淏ut there鈥檚 no way鈥擨 mean, we barely鈥攖hat is鈥斺��

I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

We had another minute before we would reach my dorm, so I sent a quick text
to Adrian: "I have a hickey! You can鈥檛 ever kiss me again."
I honestly hadn鈥檛 expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: "Okay. I won鈥檛 kiss you on your neck again."
So typical of him. "No! You can鈥檛 ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance".
"I鈥檓 trying," he wrote back. "But you won鈥檛 keep your distance from me."”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“He turned his head toward me and froze. I had never seen him so still鈥攐r so
quiet. His shock was so thorough and intense that he actually dropped his
cigarette.
Adrian slowly sat up, eyes wide. He slid off the hood and didn鈥檛 seem to leave
any marks. Obviously, I鈥檇 have to check it later. 鈥淪age,鈥� he said. 鈥淲hat are you
飞别补谤颈苍驳?鈥�
I sighed and stared down at the dress. 鈥淚 know. It鈥檚 red. Don鈥檛 start. I鈥檓 tired
of hearing about it.鈥�
鈥淔unny,鈥� he said. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think I could ever get tired of looking at it.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Glancing over, I was
astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His
eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately
looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced the dreamy one.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“No, you will listen. For once, you鈥檙e going to hear something that doesn鈥檛 fit
into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because
this isn鈥檛 reasonable. If you鈥檙e terrified, believe me鈥攖his scares the hell out of
me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her鈥攂ut it was
to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I鈥檓 around you, I want to be
better because鈥� 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鈥檙e like鈥� 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鈥檛 even know
it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“I鈥檝e said over and over, I鈥檇 do anything for you. I just keep hoping it鈥檒l be something like, 鈥楢drian, let鈥檚 go hot tubbing鈥� or 鈥楢drian, take me out for fondue.鈥欌��
鈥淲ell, sometimes we have to鈥攄id you say fondue? Why in the world would I ever say that?鈥�
He shrugged. 鈥淚 like fondue.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Adrian, we鈥檙e focusing on Jil here. This isn鈥檛 about your personal entertainment.鈥� 鈥淣ot true,鈥� he said, green eyes sparkling. 鈥淓verything鈥檚 about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up鈥攜ou鈥檙e becoming a star performer in the show.”
― Richelle Mead, Bloodlines

“Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned .鈥� He gestured to the kitchen dramatical y. 鈥淲ith these hands, these hands that don鈥檛 do manual labor.”
― Richelle Mead, Bloodlines

“So. You鈥檙e saying my sister鈥檚 dressed like a
prostitute.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“What鈥檚 a little crazy here and there? I鈥檓 supposed to be doing experiments鈥�
why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“What the hell?
Who are you?鈥�
鈥淭he guy that鈥檚 going to kick your ass for hurting her,鈥� said Adrian
鈥淲hat happened with us has nothing to do with you,鈥� retorted Marcus.
鈥淓verything about her has to do with me.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell