Succubus On Top Quotes

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Richelle Mead
“I want pancakes.”

“What? Right now?”

“No. For breakfast.”

“Oh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.”

“Me? I’m not going to make them.”

“Yeah?” His sleepy voice carried mock sympathy. “Who’s going to make them for you then?”

“You are.”

“Am I? You think I’m going to make you pancakes? Is that how you think it’s going to be?"

"You’re so good at,” I whined. “Besides, if you do, I’ll sit on the counter in a short robe while you cook.”

His soft laughter segued into another yawn. “Oh. Well then.” He kissed my ear again. “Maybe I’ll make you pancakes.”
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Richelle Mead
“You had your heart broken much?”

He paused. “Of course. Everyone does. Part of life.”

“Tell me her name. I’ll kick her ass. I don’t want anyone hurting you.”

He rested his face against my hair, his tone even and gentle when he spoke. “You’re wondrous and powerful and gifted, but even you can’t save me from hurting. No one can do that for anyone. I can make things perfect in the fictions I create, but the real world isn’t so kind. That’s just how it is. And anyway, for every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.”

“Like what?”

“Like little blonde nieces. And royalty checks. And you.”
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Richelle Mead
“When you say ‘old friend,’ are we talking, like...since the Ice Age?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Oh.”

“It’s only been about four hundred years.”

“Ah. Yes. Only four hundred.” A wry expression spread over his face. “Being with you is a continual experiment in perspective. Among other things.”
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Richelle Mead
“Honestly, half the reason I like you is because you’re so...I don’t know. You like life.” He looked away from my eyes, amused as his thoughts spun, considering. “You’re fearless. Bold. Not afraid to enjoy yourself. You just go out there and do what you want. I like the whirlwind you exist in. I envy it. It’s funny, really.” He smiled. “I used to think I wanted someone exactly like me, but now I think I’d be bored to death with another version of myself. I’m surprised I don’t bore you sometimes.”

I gaped. “Are you kidding? You’re the most interesting person I know. Aside from Hugh maybe. But then, he installs breast implants and buys souls. That’s a hard combination to beat. But he’s not nearly as cute.”
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Richelle Mead
“Dad told Uncle Seth not to screw things up,” she informed me as we washed our hands. “He said even if Uncle Seth is famous, him getting a woman like you defies belief.”

I laughed and smoothed down the skirt of my dress. “I don’t know about that. I don’t think your dad gives your uncle enough credit."

Brandy gave me a sage look, worthy of someone much older. “Uncle Seth spent last Valentine’s Day at a library.”
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Richelle Mead
“Since when do we even play games?”

“Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.”

I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. “Hello, Carter.”
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Richelle Mead
“What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown.

“That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on Casey. I think he’s one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid.”

“Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.”
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Richelle Mead
“Seth laughed when he saw me.

“Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice.”

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned.”

“Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way.”

“You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all.”

His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes.”
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Richelle Mead
“Ian’s the black sheep.”

“I thought I was the black sheep,” said Seth, sounding almost hurt.

“No. You’re the unfocused artistic one. I’m the responsible one. Ian’s the wild, hedonistic one.”

“What’s hedonistic?” asked Kendall.

Her father considered. “It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can’t pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.”
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Richelle Mead
“Look who's calling the cauldron black."

"Kettle. It’s a kettle. Get your metaphors right."

"That wasn’t a metaphor. It was a, you know..." He stared off into space, blinking. "One of those things that’s symbolic of another thing. But isn’t the same thing. Just like it."

"You mean a metaphor?"

"No! It’s like a story...like...a proverb! That’s it."

"I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy."

"I don’t think so.”
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Richelle Mead
“His eyes, I’d long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly seemed decent for a public setting.”
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Richelle Mead
“You know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go for…apple cinnamon ones now. “

“Apple cinnamon? You sure are demanding.”

“It’s all right. I think you’re man enough for it.”

“Thetis, if I actually believed you had either apples or cinnamon in your kitchen, I’d make them for you right now.”

I didn’t answer. I was pretty sure I had some year-old Apple Jacks, but that was about it.”
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Shannon Dermott
“you're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life”
Shannon Dermott, Waiting for Mercy

Richelle Mead
“Nah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.”
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Richelle Mead
“Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.”
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Richelle Mead
“One thing that never changed among humans: there were always those who wanted to get something for nothing. It was what kept hell in business.”
Richelle Mead