#ivashkov

Different time, different place,” I said. “Things can change. People can change. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #change

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#parenting

My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#respect

Hey show some respect. They’re real people with names. Carla and Krissy” He frowned. “Or was it Missy? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #richelle-mead #respect

I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #lissa-dragomir #women

But each time you use spirit, you’re more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#feelings #sydney-sage #crazy

Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?" "I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy." "Welcome to my world. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #crazy

I knew you were a badass," continued Adrian. "But I didn't realize just how much until I saw you dropping guardians out there." "Does that mean you're going to be nicer to me?" I teased. "I'm already nice to you," he said loftily. "Do you know how badly I want a cigarette right now? But no. I manfully suffer through nicotine withdrawal—all for you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#nicotine-withdrawal #quitting-smoking #rose-hathaway #bad

Boy is he pissed," said Adrian. "Do you blame him?" asked Christian. "He just lost memerbship in the evil mastermind club. His brilliant plan fell apart, and now his daughter's missing when he thought she was somewhere safe." Adrian stayed pointedly silent. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#christian-ozera #last-sacrifice #vampire-academy #sacrifice

Adrian Ivashkov wasn’t easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I’d come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor. Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn’t going to lie to myself—at least not tonight. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#kissing #sydney-sage #sydrian #logic