Richelle Mead: Likeness

“You forgot another lesson: Never turn your back until you know your enemy
is dead. Looks like we’ll have to go over the lesson again the next time
I see you—which will be soon.
Love, D.”

“You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it."
"I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it."
And then he took me to the bed.”

“Who is he?"
"An idiot, said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society.”

“And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.”

“Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero."
"Not yet," I said.”

“He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes.
"I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.”

“I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.”

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

“All the best,
Sydney

P. S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car.
P. P. S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.”

“I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.”

“I like him."

"Like or?

"Oh, there's a difference?”

“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.”

“He shook his head. “No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do.”
I waited for more. “That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?”
Those green eyes held me. “I don't think I need to.”

“Is he… is Dimitri a Strigoi?"
Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded.
My heart shattered. My world shattered.”

“I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.”

“Because it gives him and excuse to be around her--without making it look like he gave in first. That way, he can still seem manly."

"That's ridiculous." Especially the part about Christian being manly.

"Guys do ridiculous things for love.”

“I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When I saw you fall…"
"You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.”

“Is Adrian here?”
“Who?”
“Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.”
She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?”
“I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?”
The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.”

“You see something you like?”