A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." "Funny, I feel that way about you too." He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away.

— Richelle Mead

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

— Richelle Mead

Ah, well, ʺ said Abe, idly studying his fingertips. I have it on good authority theirs going to be a new ‘gate opening up soon over on the south side of the wall." The truth dawned on me. Oh lord. Your the one whops been doling out C4.you make it sound so easy, ʺ he said with a frown. That stuffs hard to get a hold of.

— Richelle Mead

All the while, my mind reeled with what had hap

— Richelle Mead

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?

— Richelle Mead

Am I still married to a cat? (Adrian)

— Richelle Mead

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.

— Richelle Mead

And afterward, after it was done, it was too much, and I felt like I was going to... I don't know.... explode, and it was just too much, I had to let it out you know? I had to-I interrupted her hysteria It's okay, I understand. That was a lie. I didn't get her cutting at all. She'd done it sporadically, ever since the accident, and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die - she just needed to get it out somehow. Furthermore, she felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

— Richelle Mead

And besides. . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.” He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “Well, ‘we’ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.” I grinned back.

— Richelle Mead

And then. . . We’re going to get in my car.” I waited for him to elaborate on a destination. “And?” He gently kissed the nape of my neck. “What do you think?” I couldn’t help a small gasp of delight. “Oh, wow.”“I know, right? I was racking my brain for the best present ever, and then I realized that nothing was going to rock your world more than you and me in your favorite place in the entire world.” I swallowed. “I’m kind of embarrassed at how excited I am about that.” Never had I guessed my love of cars would play a role in my sex life. Eddie was right. Something had happened to me.“It’s okay, Sage. We’ve all got our run-ons.”“You kind of ruined the surprise, though.”“Nah. It’s part of the gift: you're getting to think about it for the next three days.

— Richelle Mead