#adrian

What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny #hilarious #indigo-spell #romance #sydney-sage

Wir würden ein Bett haben. Nach normalen Wochentagen würden wir uns todmüde daraufwerfen und wie zwei Steine schlafen. Am Sonntagmorgen würden wir darin ausschlafen, frühstücken und den Staub aus der Matratze lieben. ↗

— Floortje Zwigtman

#love #love

My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#respect

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

#christian-ozera #last-sacrifice #vampire-academy #sacrifice

Damn it," I muttered. "What?" asked Adrian. "I hate when you're the sane one. That's my job." "Rose," he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, "I can think of many words to describe you, sexy and hot being at the top of the list. You know what's not on the list? Sane. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #sanity #sexy

Adrian Ivashkov wasn’t easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I’d come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor. Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn’t going to lie to myself—at least not tonight. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#kissing #sydney-sage #sydrian #logic

Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#headache #shadow-kiss #hell

Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. "Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #historical

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