#ivashkov

Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. unfortunately, it wasn't with me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #humor #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #sydrian

Sitting beside Abe was Adrian Ivashkov--my more-or-less boyfriend. Adrian was a royal Moroi--and another spirit user like Lissa. He'd been crazy about me (and often just crazy) ever since we first met ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #adrian-ivashkov

I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again. So typical of him. No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance. I’m trying, he wrote back. But you won’t keep your distance from me. I didn’t dignify that with a response. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#aftermath #freaking-out #hickey #humor #kisses

ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#fantasy #rose-hathaway #vampire #young-adult #crazy

They’re waiting for you. Go on in.” Adrian leaned close to Keith’s ear and spoke in an ominous voice. “If.You.Dare.” He poked Keith’s shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha” kind of monster laugh. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#laugh

ʺThe contractʹs null and void, by the way.ʺ ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #love #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #the-fiery-heart

Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?" "Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "We use it all the time with art, ... That, and I know how to use a dictionary ↗

— Richelle Mead

#artist #cute #cute-memory #sydney-sage #art

Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#ivashkov #sacrifice

My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sacrifice