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“By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy.
Hey, no one said high school was easy.”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“She was right about something else too," Dimitri said after a long pause. My back was to him, but there was a strange quality to his voice that made me turn around.
"What's that?" I asked.
"That I do still love you."
With that one sentence, everything in the universe changed.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word... the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise

“I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Married by Morning

“You are not a perfect woman.You have an evil temper, you’re as blind as a mole, you’re a deplorable poet, and frankly, your French accent could use some work.â€� Supporting himself on his elbows, Leo took her face in his hands. “But when I put those things together with the rest of you, it makes you into the most perfectly imperfect woman I’ve ever known.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Married by Morning

“Тhere isnʹt much I wouldnʹt do for you. Тhe stupider, the better.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet.
"I'm Rose Hathaway.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Where are we going?" asked Victor. "If I'm allowed to ask."
I squirmed around in my seat so that I could look him in the eye. "That's what you're going to tell us. As hard as it is to believe, we didn't do all that just because we missed your pleasant company."
"That is hard to believe.”
― Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound

“All right, then,â€� she snapped, “do as you please! Perhaps afterward we could manage a coherent discussion.â€� Twisting beneath him, she flopped onto her stomach.

Christopher went still. After a long hesitation, she heard him ask in a far more normal voice, “What are you doing?�

“I’m making it easier for you,� came her defiant reply. “Go on, start ravishing.�

Another silence. Then, “Why are you facing downward?�

“Because that’s how it’s done.� Beatrix twisted to look at him over her shoulder. A twinge of uncertainty caused her to ask, “Isn’t it?�

His face was blank. “Has no one ever told you?�

“No, but I’ve read about it.�

Christopher rolled off her, relieving her of his weight. He wore an odd expression as he asked, “From what books?�

“Veterinary manuals. And of course, I’ve observed the squirrels in springtime, and farm animals and-�

She was interrupted as Christopher cleared his throat loudly, and again. Darting a confused glance at him, she realized that he was trying to choke back amusement.

Beatrix began to feel indignant. Her first time in a bed with a man, and he was laughing.

“Look here,� she said in a businesslike manner, “I’ve read about the mating habits of over two dozen species, and with the exception of snails, whose genitalia is on their necks, they all—� She broke off and frowned. “Why are you laughing at me?

Christopher had collapsed, overcome with hilarity. As he lifted his head and saw her affronted expression, he struggled manfully with another outburst. “Beatrix. I’m . . . I’m not laughing at you.�

“You are!�

“No I’m not. It’s just . . .� He swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and a few more chuckles escaped. “Squirrels . . .�

“Well, it may be humorous to you, but it’s a very serious matter to the squirrels.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“I've never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one's done it yet.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," I growled
Victor smiled through the pain and the blood. "Of course you have. I used to think Belikov was the savage one, but it's really you, isn't it? You're the animal with no control, no higher reasoning except to fight and kill."
I clenched his shirt and leaned him over him. "Me? I'm not the one who tortured Lissa for my own benefit. I'm not the one who turned my daughter Strigoi. And I'm sure as hell not the one who used compulsion to kidnap a fifteen-year-old girl!”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Your... Your aura. It's... amazing. It's shining. I mean, it always shines, but today... Well I've never seen anything like it. I didn't expect that after everything that happened.'

I shifted around uncomfortably. If I lit up around Dimitri normally, what on earth happened to my aura post-sex?”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“To Cam surprise, she was smiling up at him steadily, her eyes midnight.
His expression turned quizzical. "What's so amus­ing?"
Amelia toyed with a button on his coat. "I was just thinking . . . tonight those two old hens will probably go to their beds, cold and alone." An impish grin curved her lips. "Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise