#adrian

It was a lot of pressure, but I loved working with Tim and I loved working with Adrian. ↗

— Elizabeth Pena

#i #lot #loved #pressure #tim

Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#political

You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though. ↗

— Richelle Mead

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

Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#ivashkov #sacrifice

My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sacrifice

I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love." Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?" "Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #sydrian #the-indigo-spell

No, thank you," said Adrian. "These hands don't sully themselves with fighting. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#fighting

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #supernatural #vampires #supernatural

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#blood #bloodlines #keith #wine

Are you okay with what we ordered?” Angeline asked him. “You didn’t pipe up with any requests.” Neil shook his head, face stoic. He kept his dark hair in a painfully short and efficient haircut. It was the kind of no-nonsense thing the Alchemists would’ve loved. “I can’t waste time quibbling over trivial things like pepperoni and mushrooms. If you’d gone to my school in Devonshire, you’d understand. For one of my sophomore classes, they left us alone on the moors to fend for ourselves and learn survival skills. Spend three days eating twigs and heather, and you’ll learn not to argue about any food coming your way.” Angeline and Jill cooed as though that was the most rugged, manly thing they’d ever heard. Eddie wore an expression that reflected what I felt, puzzling over whether this guy was as serious as he seemed or just some genius with swoon-worthy lines. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#angeline-dawes #bloodlines #cute #eddie-castile #funny