#lissa

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lisa. "I hear that from women a lot. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

It's a natural progress, but still. That thing about the cow is so stupid. Do I look like a cow to you? ↗

— Meg Cabot

#nature

It's only their fight club, Liss," I said, having no need for her side of the conversation, "Nothing's going on. They're going to talk punches and kicking and other boring stuff." Well, actually that stuff was pretty sweet, but I wasn't about to glorify Christian and Mia hanging out. "Maybe now nothing's going on," she growled, staring stonily ahead. "But who knows what could happen? They spend time together, practice some physical moves, one thing leads to another—" "That's ridiculous," I said. "That kind of stuff isn't romantic at all." Another lie, seeing as that was exactly how my relationship with Dimitri had begun. Again, best not to mention that. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa #rose #romantic

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

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #lissa-dragomir #women

Blake smiled radiantly. ʺMay I call you Vasilisa?ʺ ʺYou can call me Lissa.ʺ ʺYou can also,ʺ added Christian, ʺlet go of her hand now. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#christian #lissa #sacrifice

I like him." "Like or like? "Oh, there's a difference? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa #vampire-academy #different

You know what we need?" "A new plan?" asked Lissa. "A miracle?" asked Eddie. I paused and glared at them both before responding. Since when had they become the comedians here? "No. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa #richelle-mead #rose #spirit-bound #miracles

I had Lissa's number memorized and I sent her the following note: I know what you're going to do, and it is a BAD idea. I'm going to kick both your asses when I find you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #spirit-bound #spirit

Christian stretched out beside her and pulled her close. ʺBut for what itʹs worth, I think youʹd be a great queen too, Princess Dragomir.ʺ ʺYouʹre going to get dirty,ʺ she warned. ʺAlready am. Oh, you mean from your clothes?ʺ He wrapped his arms around her, heedless of her damp and muddy state. ʺI spent most of my childhood hiding in a dusty attic and own exactly one dress shirt. You really think I care about this T-shirt?ʺ ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa-dragomir #childhood

Don’t you think we’re going to go to hell for this?” asked Lissa. He reached out and touched her face, trailing his fingers along her cheek and neck and down to the top of her silky shirt. She breathed heavily at that touch, at the way it could be so gentle and small, yet evoke such a strong passion within her. “For this?” He played with the shirt’s edge, letting his finger just barely brush inside of it. “No,” she laughed. “For this.” She gestured around the attic. “This is a church. We shouldn’t be doing this kind of, um, thing up here.” “Not true,” he argued. Gently, he pushed her onto her back and leaned over her. “The church is downstairs. This is just storage. God won’t mind. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa-dragomir #church