Bloodlines Series Quotes

“An image of Sydney's face appeared in my mind's eye, calm and lovely.
I believe in you.
My anxiety faded.
I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in the room.
Who was I to do this?
I was Adrian Ivashkov.
And I was about to kick some ass.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right?”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing.
"Don't," said Adrian, his eyes ablaze and breathing ragged.
"What if there's a crisis at school?" I asked. "What if Angeline 'accidentally' stole one of the campus buses and drove it into the library?"
"Why would she do that?"
"Are you saying she wouldn't?"
He sighed. "Go check it.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“You might not believe this, but there is no one like her at this school."

"Oh I believe it," I said, thinking back to the time Angeline had forgotten her locker's combination and tried to get into it with an axe.

No one was really sure where she'd gotten it from.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Melbourne, I always knew you'd need to learn about this kind of thing. I 'd just kind of hoped you'd learn it on a real guy.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either."
"Put your books away and I'll show you.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Even now, despite Angeline's watchfulness, she'd occasionally oscillate between random topics, like how shepherd's pie wasn't a pie at all and why it was pointless for her to take class in typing when technology would eventually develop robot companions to do it for us.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“I followed along because really, it was hard to say no to Dimitri Belikov about anything.”
― Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows

“He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?"
Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though.
"Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!"

"Adrian?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home."

"No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Damn, you have no idea what I have been through today."

"Actually I have a pretty good idea.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“You want to be an alchemist so badly? Don't wait to react to the immediate problem.
Plan ahead. Look at the big picture and you won't ever have to deal with that problem.
Better to save yourself from a major catastrophe than drag your feet over a bunch of little inconveniences.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?”

“I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I’m telling you, you’d like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencer’s. The other day, he was going off on unaerobic vs. aerobic respiration, and I was thinking, ‘You know who this sounds like? Melbourne.’” -- Trey”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn’t know how to drive?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn’t. I did it so I’d have a reason to be around you—one I knew you couldn’t refuse.”
“But… why? Why would you want to do that?”
“Why?” he asked. “Because it was the closest I could get to doing this.”
He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills ran over my skin, and fire burned inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of
constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.
And it was glorious.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“A princess of her people has no business sitting off to the side while her people are in danger.”
― Richelle Mead

“I’m not dangerous,” I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Sage, I distinctly remember every part of that night. You didn’t seem that unwilling. You were practically on top of me.”
“I don’t really remember the details,” I lied.
He moved his hand from my neck and rested a fingertip on my lips. “But I’ll stick to just kissing these if it makes you feel better. No mark.” He started to lean toward me, and I jerked away.
“You will not! It’s wrong.”
“What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?”
“Both,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “If you’re going to attempt something inappropriate—something you said you wouldn’t do anymore—then you could at least pick a better place.”
He laughed softly, and the look in his eyes confused me further. “Okay,” he said. “The next time I kiss you, I promise it’ll be in a more romantic place.”
“I—what? No! You shouldn’t try at all!”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“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, The Golden Lily

“I’ll be damned. You found him.”
“Thanks to you,” I said.
Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form—and then instantly dried up. “What happened to your face?”
“Oh.Marcus hit me.”
I’d never seen Adrian move so fast. Marcus had no chance to react, probably because he was exhausted from our earlier encounter. Adrian shoved Marcus up against a wall and—to my complete and utter astonishment—punched Marcus.
Adrian had once joked that he never dirtied his hands, so this was something I never could have prepared myself for. In fact, if Adrian was going to attack someone, I would’ve expected something magical and spirit-driven.
Yet . . . as I watched him, I could see that anything as thoughtful as magic was far from Adrian’s mind. He had kicked into primal mode. See a threat. Go after it.
It was yet another surprising—yet fascinating—side of the enigma that was Adrian Ivashkov.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the
world around me faded. The noise, the smoke . . . it was gone. All that mattered
was the taste of his mouth, a mix of cloves and mints. There was a fierceness in his kiss, a desperation . . . and I answered, just as hungry for him. I didn’t stop
him when he pulled me closer, so that I almost sat on his lap. I’d never been
wrapped around someone’s body like that, and I was shocked at how eagerly
mine responded. His arm went around my waist, pulling me onto him further,
and his other hand slid up the back of my neck, getting entangled in my hair.
Amazingly, the wig stayed on. He took his lips away from my mouth, gently
trailing kisses down to my neck. I tipped my head back, gasping when the
intensity returned to his mouth. There was an animalistic quality that sent shock
waves through the rest of my body. Some Alchemist voice warned me that this
was exactly how a vampire would feed, but I had no fear. Adrian wouldn’t hurt
me, and I needed to know just how hard he could kiss me and—
“Oh my God!”
Adrian and I jerked apart as though someone had thrown cold water on us,
though our legs stayed entangled.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Miss Melbourne?
“Yes, ma’am?”
“You might want to do something about your neck.”
I was totally lost. “My neck?”
She reached into her purse and handed me a compact mirror. I opened it and
surveyed my neck, still trying to figure out what she could be talking about.
Then I saw it. 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!” I lowered the mirror. “But there’s no way—I mean, we barely—that is—”

I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

We had another minute before we would reach my dorm, so 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."”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I was no better at reading people than I had been ten seconds ago, but in that moment, I suddenly gained a flash of understanding into the mystery that was Adrian Ivashkov. People didn’t believe in him very often. They had low expectations of him, so he did as well.”
― Richelle Mead

“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, The Golden Lily

“I’ve said over and over, I’d do anything for you. I just keep hoping it’ll be something like, ‘Adrian, let’s go hot tubbing’ or ‘Adrian, take me out for fondue.’”
“Well, sometimes we have to—did you say fondue? Why in the world would I ever say that?”
He shrugged. “I like fondue.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Adrian, we’re focusing on Jil here. This isn’t about your personal entertainment.” “Not true,” he said, green eyes sparkling. “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, Bloodlines

“Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned .” He gestured to the kitchen dramatical y. “With these hands, these hands that don’t do manual labor.”
― Richelle Mead, Bloodlines

“You wouldn’t think so, but . . . well. You were . . . amazing, throwing that fire like some kind of ancient warrior goddess.”
Annoyed, I turned away. “Stop making fun of me.”
He caught my arm and pulled me back toward him. “I am absolutely serious.”
I swallowed, speechless for a moment. All I was aware of was how close we were, that he was holding me to him with only a few inches between us. Almost as close as at the sorority. “I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I managed at last.
Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell