#vas

Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm.” There were a few moments of silence. “Sage, I’ve been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #escape

I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony ↗

— Richelle Mead

#illness

Not true,” said Adrian. “All guys mean the same thing when they want to ‘get to know a girl better.’ You’re a wellbred young lady, so I understand why you’d be too innocent to understand. Good thing you’ve got me here to interpret. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#innocence

Don't worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but you'll always be like sunshine to me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#worry

He shook his head. "No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do." I waited for more. "That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?" Those green eyes held me. "I don't think I need to. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #waiting

You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who are." "Like what? Got some magic object in mind?" "Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #focus

You, know I'm the Queen's favorite great nephew, Well, yeah I'm her only great nephew, but that's not important, I'd still be her favorite... ↗

— Richelle Mead

#vampire-academy #kiss

Sorry, Sage. Last I checked, you aren’t an expert in social matters..." "At least I take action. You? You let the world go by without you. You have no spine. You don’t fight back." “You don’t know the first thing about me, Adrian Ivashkov. I fight back plenty. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #socialism

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#bones #grief #the-madness-vase #trauma #grief

He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#flaws #love #realizations #sydney-sage #love