#sydney

I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either." "Put your books away and I'll show you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #love #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #sydrian

I know I’m not supposed to say this," he said. "But I think I love you more than ever. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #sydney-sage #the-indigo-spell #love

He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #callistana #dragon #hopper-the-callistana #love

Different time, different place,” I said. “Things can change. People can change. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #change

You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone—not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee—push you around. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #sydney #teacher

But each time you use spirit, you’re more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#feelings #sydney-sage #crazy

Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?" "I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy." "Welcome to my world. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #crazy

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

If you went twenty-four hours without cigarettes, I'd drink a can of pop. Regular pop. The whole can." Isaw the glimmer of Adrian's earlier smile returning. "You would not." "I totally would." "Half a can would put you into a coma." Sonya frowned. "Are you diabetic?" she asked me. "No," said Adrian, "but Sage is convinced one extraneous calorie will make her go from super skinny to just regular skinny. Tragedy." "Hey," I said. "You think it’d be a tragedy to go an hour without a cigarette." "Don’t question my steel resolve, Sage. I went without one for two hours today." "Show me twenty-four, and then I’ll be impressed." He gave me a look of mock surprise. "You mean you aren’t already? And here I thought you were dazzled from the moment you met me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #tragedy

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