He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasn’t easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer.
Richelle MeadI changed my mind," he said. "I'll take you up on helping me get a job." I almost swerved into oncoming traffic.
Richelle MeadHe's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.
Richelle MeadʺWho′s a spirit user?ʺ said Robert. ʺFormer spirit user,ʺ said Victor, ʺShe became a Strigoi to get away from it.ʺ ʺYes . . . always a lure to that . . . kill to live, live to kill. Immortality and freedom from these chains, but oh, what a loss . . .ʺ said Robert.
Richelle MeadThis was the last thing I expected. You destroy my life and then feed me some inspiratonal philosophy.
Richelle Mead