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  • #1
    Richelle Mead
    “Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #2
    Richelle Mead
    “Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #3
    Richelle Mead
    “Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #4
    Richelle Mead
    “We need to get inside. I think my hair gel’s frozen.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #5
    Richelle Mead
    “Because I can't help doing it," he said with a shrug. "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.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #6
    Richelle Mead
    “Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #7
    Richelle Mead
    “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.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #8
    Richelle Mead
    “I'll just love you whether you want me to or not.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #9
    Richelle Mead
    “It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #10
    Richelle Mead
    “I don't care if you say we can't be together. I don't care if you think I'm the most evil, unnatural creature walking on earth. You can think whatever you want, go whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #11
    Richelle Mead
    “Piece of Heaven?"

    "No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #12
    Richelle Mead
    “This wasn’t the first time I’d been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I’d been subjected to such a personal line of questioning.

    “Are you a virgin?”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #13
    Richelle Mead
    “Adrian looked over at me again. “Who knows more about male weakness: you or me?”

    “Go on.” I refused to directly answer the question.

    “Get a new dress. One that shows a lot of skin. Short. Strapless. Maybe a push-up bra too.” He actually had the audacity to do a quick assessment of my chest. “Eh, maybe not. But definitely some high heels.”

    “Adrian,” I exclaimed. “You’ve seen how Alchemists dress. Do you think I can really wear something like that?”

    He was unconcerned. “You’ll make it work. You’ll change clothes or something. But I’m telling you, if you want to get a guy to do something that might be difficult, then the best way is to distract him so that he can’t devote his full brainpower to the consequences.”

    “You don’t have a lot of faith in your own gender.”

    “Hey, I’m telling you the truth. I’ve been distracted by sexy dresses a lot.”

    I didn’t really know if that was a valid argument, seeing as Adrian was distracted by a lot of things. Fondue. T-shirts. Kittens. “And so, what then? I show some skin, and the world is mine?”

    “That’ll help.” Amazingly, I could tell he was dead serious. “And you’ve gotta act confident the whole time, like it’s already a done deal. Then make sure when you’re actually asking for what you want that you tell him you’d be ‘so, so grateful.’ But don’t elaborate. His imagination will do half the work for you. ”

    I shook my head, glad we’d almost reached our destination. I didn’t know how much more I could listen to. “This is the most ridiculous advice I’ve ever heard. It’s also kind of sexist too, but I can’t decide who it offends more, men or women.”

    “Look, Sage. I don’t know much about chemistry or computer hacking or photosynthery, but this is something I’ve got a lot of experience with.” I think he meant photosynthesis, but I didn’t correct him. “Use my knowledge. Don’t let it go to waste.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #14
    Richelle Mead
    “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.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #15
    Richelle Mead
    “All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.
    I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #16
    Richelle Mead
    “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed.

    He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”

    And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #17
    Richelle Mead
    “But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.”
    “Already crazy about you, Sage.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #18
    Richelle Mead
    “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, The Indigo Spell

  • #19
    Richelle Mead
    “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, The Indigo Spell

  • #20
    Richelle Mead
    “I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I love you.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #21
    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, The Indigo Spell

  • #22
    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, The Indigo Spell

  • #23
    Richelle Mead
    Everything about her has to do with me.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #24
    Richelle Mead
    “Oh... Adrian, I've got one more favor to ask you. A big one."

    "Fondue?" he asked hopefully.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #25
    Richelle Mead
    “The tension between us kicked up a notch, and I realized that along with our bodies being nearer, so were our lips.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #26
    Richelle Mead
    “Of course, it wouldn’t have mattered if I’d seen it coming or not. Adrian was totally unsuitable for me, and it had nothing to do with his many vices or potential descent into insanity. Adrian was a vampire. True, he was a Moroi—one of the good, living vampires—but it made no difference. Humans and vampires couldn’t be together. This was one point the Moroi and Alchemists stood firmly together on. It was still amazing to me that Adrian had voiced those feelings to me. It was amazing that he could even have them or that he’d had the nerve to kiss me, even if it was a kiss that had left me dizzy and breathless.

    I’d had to reject him, of course. My training would allow nothing less. Our situation here in Palm Springs forced the two us to constantly be together in social situations, and it had been rough since his declaration. For me, it wasn’t just the awkwardness of our new relationship. I…well, I missed him. Before this debacle, he and I had been friends and spent a lot of time together. I’d gotten used to his smirky smile and the quick banter that always flowed between us. Until those things were gone, I hadn’t realized how much I relied on them. How much I needed them. I felt empty inside...which was ridiculous, of course. Why should I care so much about one vampire?

    Sometimes it made me angry. Why had he ruined such a good thing between us? Why had he made me miss him so much? And what had he expected me to do? He had to have known it was impossible for us to be together. I couldn’t have feelings for him. I couldn’t. If we’d lived among the Keepers—a group of uncivilized vampires, humans, and dhampirs—maybe he and I could have…no. Even if I had feelings for him—and I firmly told myself I didn’t—it was wrong for us to even consider such a relationship.

    Now, Adrian spoke to me as little as possible. And always, always, he watched me with a haunted look in his green eyes, one that made my heart ache and—”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #27
    Richelle Mead
    “But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #28
    Richelle Mead
    “I realized I’m in love. It's always been right in front of me.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #29
    Richelle Mead
    “He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.”
    Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

  • #30
    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, The Indigo Spell



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