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Sydney Sage is an Alchemist, one of a group of humans who dabble in magic and serve to bridge the worlds of humans and vampires. They protect vampire secrets - and human lives.
In the aftermath of a forbidden moment that rocked Sydney to her core, she finds herself struggling to draw the line between her Alchemist teachings and what her heart is urging her to do. Then she meets alluring, rebellious Marcus Finch - a former Alchemist who escaped against all odds, and is now on the run. Marcus wants to teach Sydney the secrets he claims the Alchemists are hiding from her. But as he pushes her to rebel against the people who raised her, Sydney finds that breaking free is harder than she thought. There is an old and mysterious magic rooted deeply within her. And as she searches for an evil magic user targeting powerful young witches, she realises that her only hope is to embrace her magical blood - or else she might be next.
The hotly anticipated third installment in the New York Times bestselling Bloodlines series.
PRAISE FOR THE INDIGO SPELL
'Richelle Mead is an auto-buy author for me, her writing is mesmerising and I find myself flying through the pages, her characters are true to life and believable and the story she has weaved is filled with action, mystery and romance.' Obsession with Books
'The Indigo Spell is a book of thrilling, heart-palpitating, swoon-worthy magic.' ALPHA Reader
'What can I say that hasn't already been said about Richelle Mead? She is a genius and a magician.' Turner's Antics
'The brilliant third installment in the Bloodlines series, with a perfect combination of romance, action and (can't help but say this) Adrian's wittiness and charm will not disappoint fans of the series!' Forget-Me-Not
'It is the most grin-inducing, flirty, romantic novel we've received from [Mead] yet.' Eleusinian Mysteries
'Huzzah for another outstanding book by Richelle Mead. There is no stopping the bouts of amazing that pour out of her books and into the hearts and souls of every reader out there. This book kept me up late at night, not wanting to leave a second of its awesomeness unread. Thumbs up to another fantastic addition to the Bloodlines series.' Clare Reads
'Impossible to put down . . . The best so far in the series.' Peace, Love, Books
'It just had that perfect mix of romance, mystery, action, magic and adventure.' Moonlight Reader
'Move over Rose and Dimitri, the vampire world has two new hotties in town.' The Girl in a Café
'The chemistry is SIZZLING is this third installment . . . Fans will eat it right up like I did.' Tales of the Inner Book Fanatic
'The romance is MAGNIFICIENT.' Ransom Reads
'Mead, you're doing it right.' The Moonlight Library
385 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 12, 2013




“I'm done with the pouting," he said. "Done with being moody—well, I mean, I'm always a little moody. That's what Adrian Ivashkov's all about. But I'm done with the excessive stuff. That didn't get me anywhere with Rose. It won't get me anywhere with you."
"Nothing will get you anywhere with me," I exclaimed.
"I don't know about that." He put on an introspective look that was both unexpected and intruiging. "You're not as much of a lost cause as she was. I mean, with her, I had to overcome her deep, epic love with a Russian warlord. You and I just have to overcome hundreds of years' worth of deeply ingrained prejudice and taboo between our two races. Easy.”

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

“I know. It’s certainly not to me. And that’s why I’m not going to give you a hard time.” He paused dramatically. “I’ll just love you whether you want me to or not.”
“Whether I want you to or not? What on earth does that mean?”
Adrian grimaced. “Sorry. That came off creepier than I intended."

"He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew."








"And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're already half in love with me."
"I am not! And everything you just said is ridiculous. That's terrible logic."
Adrian returned to his crossword puzzle. "Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember-no matter how ordinary things seem between us-I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will."
"I don't think you're evil."
"See? Things are already looking promising.”




“I sent a quick text to Adrian: "I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: "Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again."
So typical of him. "No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance."
"I’m trying", he wrote back. "But you won’t keep your distance from me."
I didn’t dignify that with a response.”


“Piece of Heaven?"
"No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.”









"You can take him for now. I'll handle weekend visitations."
























“You're my flame in the dark”








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Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.

He was distracted by a lot of things. Fondue. T-shirts. Kittens.
I certainly hadn't expected to walk away from today's trip with joint custody of a miniature dragon.
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 kissing you on top of silverware and china?
"Just walking Miss Sage back. She had to get something from her room."
Pete looked dazed for a moment. Then he nodded in understanding.
"You compelled him," I whispered, once we were safely out of earshot.






I’ll just love you whether you want me to or not

To my horror he began painting a pirate skeleton riding a motorcycle.

“You might want to do something about your neck.”
I was totally lost. “My neck?”
A small, brownish purple bruise on the side of my neck.
“What on earth is that?” I exclaimed.
Ms. Terwilliger snorted. “Although it’s been a while for me, I believe the technical term is a hickey” She paused and arched an eyebrow. “You do know what that is, don’t you?”
“Of course I know!”

