Quotes From "Blood Promise" By Richelle Mead

Stop fighting me! " he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.“ Let go of me! ” I yelled back. But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again. See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free. I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you." Then I plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one." That’s what I was supposed to say.” he gasped out. Those were his last words. Richelle Mead

Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. Richelle Mead

Other people spoke, and I tried to keep up with the translations. All the stories were about Dimitri's kindness and strength of character. Even when not out battling the undead, Dimitri had always been there to help those who needed it. Almost everyone could recall sometime that Dimitri had stepped up to help others, going out of his way to do what was right, even in situations that could put him at risk. That was no surprise to me. Dimitri always did the right thing. And it was that attitude that had made me love him so much. I had a similar nature. I too rushed in when others needed me, sometimes when I shouldn't have. Others called me crazy for it, but Dimitri had understood. He'd always understood me, and part of what we'd worked on was how to temper that impulsive need to run into danger with reason and calculation. I had a feeling no one else in this world would ever understand me like he did. Richelle Mead

I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass. Richelle Mead

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one. Richelle Mead

When he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me." Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka."I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before."" Not Russian vodka." Apparently not. Richelle Mead

Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes. I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna..only this time the message was a little harder. "Stick, " I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. Where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked, in perfect English, "Why are you talking like that?" "Oh for God's sake, " I exclaimed. "Where is the vault?" "Vault?" "A place they keep weapons?" He continued staring. "Oh, " he said. "That." Uneasily, he cast his eyes in the direction of the pounding. . Richelle Mead

Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that? Richelle Mead

I've lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel."- Does it get easier?" Yes. But you'll never be the same again. Richelle Mead

Dimitri is dead, " she said. It was a statement, not a question, but she was looking to me for confirmation. I wondered if I'd given away something, some hint that there was still more to the story. Or maybe she just needed the certainty of those words. And for a moment, I considered telling them that Dimitri was dead. It was what the Academy would tell them, what the guardians would tell them. It would be easier on them..but somehow, I couldn't stand to lie to them–even if it was a comforting lie. Dimitri would have wanted the whole truth, and his family would too. "No, " I said, and for a heartbeat, hope sprang up in everyone's faces–at least until I spoke again. "Dimitri's a Strigoi. . Richelle Mead

Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent .. . itwas all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate. Richelle Mead

We’re the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever Richelle Mead

I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest. Richelle Mead

I nearly dropped the plate I held. "You've asked me out tons of times."" Not really. I've made inapproprite suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date. And, if memory serves, you did say you'd give me a fair chance once I let you clean out my trust fund."" I didn't clean it out, " I scoffed. Richelle Mead

We can retreat and retreat and let ourselves get backed into corners forever. Or we can go out and meet the enemy at the time and place we choose. Not them. Richelle Mead