31 Quotes About Bloodline

Whatever happened to the dragon?" I mustered my primmest tone. "He has a name, you know." Adrian pulled back and gave me a curious look. "I didn't know, actually. What'd you decide on?"" Hopper." When Adrian laughed, I added, "Best rabbit ever. He'd be proud to know his name is being passed on."" Yes, I'm sure he would. Did you name the Mustang too?"" I think you mean the Ivashkinator."He stared at me in wonder. "I told you I loved you, right?" Yes, " I assured him. "Many times. Richelle Mead

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."“ Why are they all high-calorie foods? Richelle Mead

I’m not a warrior or a goddess, ” I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both. Richelle Mead

Wow, ” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?”“ I have no words, ” I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out? Richelle Mead

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease. Richelle Mead

Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks... then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It's really not even fair to everyone else. Richelle Mead

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t. Richelle Mead

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

Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china? Richelle Mead

To the loyal and to the blood-lovers, in the good families and in the fiery dynasties, life is family and family is life. It is the same people who give advice and their vices to live well who turn out to be the ones who give resource and reason to live long. Criss Jami

One night a flock of red-tailed black cockatoos break the quiet as they charge up from the creek, right over the homestead, then down the hill towards Clem's house.' They're my favourite, you know, of all the birds, they're the best, ' comes Tom's raspy whisper. 'I know Dad, ' says Clem. 'You always say.'' They're majestic, dramatic. You wouldn't argue with one. Nicole Sinclair

In the end, it all comes down to the Blood... Nathan Walsh

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

If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse? Diane L. Randle

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.“ No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me–this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her–but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine. . Richelle Mead

It is terrifying, ” said Adrian. “And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows… well, part of you knows something’s not right. That your thinking’s not right. But what do you about that? 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? What other people tell you? Richelle Mead

Everything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show. Richelle Mead

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

You will not! It's wrong."" What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff? Richelle Mead

Do you really want him to get over you? Richelle Mead

In the end… he would choose Campisi.In the end… she would choose Abandonato.In the end… there would be bloodshed. Rachel Van Dyken

So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous, ” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded. Richelle Mead

You know, " he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my Richelle Mead

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear Munia Khan

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