#sydney

Melbourne, I always knew you'd need to learn about this kind of thing. I 'd just kind of hoped you'd learn it on a real guy. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #richelle-mead #the-fiery-heart #trey #adrian-ivashkov

Of course I can climb it. I'm practically a progidy in PE," I pointed out. "The question is, can you, Mr Smoker? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #adrian-ivashkov

Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #sydney-sage #sydrian #the-fiery-heart #adrian-ivashkov

I didn't realize when I brought him back here that you'd inflict more damage." I said, once I'd finished the story. "I was defending your honor." Adrian gave me that devil-may-care smile that always managed to both infuriate and captivate me. "Pretty manly, huh? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

And so in my warnings, I was pointing to a number of incidents around the communion that could undermine our growing sense of communion - of becoming a global communion. So that's why I pointed to New Westminster in Canada, to incidents in the United States, and Sydney itself. ↗

— George Carey

#becoming #canada #communion #could #global

I had some vague memory of visiting Canberra as a lad, when we came up with my father by car. But when I made the long train journey from Sydney to Canberra and arrived at the little stop, I did wonder slightly whether this really was the national capital. ↗

— John Henry Carver

#came #canberra #capital #car #did

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill. She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She’d done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#beautiful #bloodlines #hot #kissing #sexy

But I’m just going to be out there having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind." Adrian ↗

— Richelle Mead

#golden-lily #sydney-sage #tea

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that's not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring." "A real date." I figured I wouldn't give him the specifics on the Shakespheare play. "What's the lucky guy's name?" "Brayden." There was a pause. "Brayden? That his real name?" "Why are you asking if everything's real? You think I'd make any of this up?" "No, no," Adrian assured me. "That what's so ynbelievable about it. Is he cute?" I glanced at the clock. It was time for me to meet my study group. "Gee, maybe I should just send you a picture to review?" "Yes, please. And a full background check and life history." "I have to go. Why do you care so much anyway?" I finally asked in exasperation. His answer took a long time, which was uncharacteristic. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#jealousy #sydney-sage #dating

What am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?” “Sleep with it,” he suggested. “Think of me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #spring