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“Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“I need you,ʺ said Lissa.
ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“That's a dangerous look," said Dimitri, giving me a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road.
"What look?" I asked innocently.
"The one that says you just got some idea."
"I didn't just get an idea. I got a great idea.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Adrian opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with some inappropriate and mocking comment. Lissa gave him a sharp headshake that kept him quiet. "Aren't there any, I don't know, sleeveless options?"

The saleswoman's eyes widened. "No one has ever worn straps to a funeral. It wouldn't be right."

"What about shorts?" asked Adrian. "Are they okay if they're with a tie? Because that's what I was gonna go with."

The woman looked horrified.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“You see something you like?”
― Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

“Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together.â€�
“No,� I said.
“N´Ç?â€�
“We’re, uh, not in West Virginia.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper."

[...]

We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her.
"How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“What's going on?' he asked, looking from face to face. 'I was having a good dream.'
'I need you,' said Lissa.
'I hear that from women a lot,' said Adrian.
Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“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, Last Sacrifice

“After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn't been any traffic on the road for over an hour, though, which was really the most important thing. We hadn't been followed.
Sydney drove us to a building with a sign that read MOTEL. Apparently this town liked to stick to the basics when it came to names. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually just called TOWN.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile... It was something I would have come up with.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Cool,â€� I said. “You can IM with the Council from campus. Maybe you can command people to do your homework.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“We cannot road trip to Paris.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Was this all part of your plan as my lawyer? I don't recall explosive escapes being part of the legal training."
"Well, I'm sure it wasn't part of Damon Taru's legal training.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“This," Adrian said grandly, "is Blake Lazar."
"It's nice to meet you," she said.
Blake smile radiantly. "May I call you Vasilisa?"
"You can call me Lissa."
"You can also," added Christian, "let go of her hand now.”
― Richelle Mead

“What have I done?" I whispered.
Jill put her arm around me, but it was Dimitri who spoke.
"What you had to.”
― Richelle Mead

“Get up guys. We’ve got a visit to pay.â€�
“What are you talking about?�
“I am not hanging out with Blake Lazar again.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“I have it on good authority there's going to be a new 'gate' opening up soon over on the south side of the wall."
The truth dawned on me. "Oh lord. You're the one who's been doling out C4."
"You make it sound easy," he said with a frown. "That stuff's hard to get a hold of.”
― Richelle Mead

“Great," I said. "Another conference call. I have really got to start blocking your number.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“I don't like cages,”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Well...what did you promise exactly? Not to tell anyone that Eric Dragomir had a mistress and baby?"
Sonya nodded.
"And not to tell who they were?"
Sonya nodded again.
Sydney gave Sonya the warmest, friendliest smile i'd ever seen on the Alchemist. "Did you promise not to tell anyone where they are?" Sonya nodded, and Sydney's smile faltered a little. Then her eyes lit up. "Did you promise not to LEAD anyone to where they are?”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“I decided then that if the two people I loved most were safe, I could
leave this world. The dead could finally have me. And Iʹd fulfilled my purpose, right? To
protect? Iʹd done it. Iʹd saved Lissa, just like Iʹd sworn Iʹd always do. I was dying in
battle. No appointment books for me.”
― Richelle Mead

“Just because we want something doesn't mean it's right”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“Glory?!
Have you gone MAD? There's no glory to be had now! Only retreat -- or surrender -- or death!"

"That's an easy chose for us, arcadian! SPARTANS NEVER RETREAT! SPARTANS NEVER SURRENDER!”
― Frank Miller, 300