#hathaway

What’s going on?” he demanded. “The usual, old man,” I replied cheerily. “Danger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #family

You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny #rose-hathaway #sweet #funny

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

#rose-hathaway #sacrifice

Sydney sighed and stood up, smoothing her rumpled clothes with dismay. ʺI need a coffee shop or something.ʺ ʺI think I saw one in a cave down the road,ʺ I said. That almost got a smile from her ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney #coffee

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 #rosemarie-hathaway #death

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

Auras tell a lot, Rose, and I'm very good at reading them. Much better than you friends probably are. A spirit dream wraps you own aura in gold, which is how I knew. Your personal aura is unique to you, though it fluctuates with your feelings and soul. When people are in love, it shows. Their auras shine. When you were dreaming, yours was bright. The colors were bright...but not what expected from a boyfriend. Of course, not every relationship is the same. People are at different stages. I would've brushed it off, except..." "Except what?" "Except, when you're with Dimitri, your aura's like the sun. So is his. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sonya-karp #dreams

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #dreams

Sex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #humor

Тhere isnʹt much I wouldnʹt do for you. Тhe stupider, the better. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian #hathaway #last #rose #sacrifice