“Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.”

“Princess: I am always disappointed with mountains. There are no mountains in the world as high as I could wish.
Adrian: No?
Princess: They irritate me invariably. I should like to shake Switzerland.”

“In fact I was fairly certain there was no one in the entire world quite like Adrian Ivashkov.”

“Sitting beside Abe was Adrian Ivashkov--my more-or-less boyfriend. Adrian was a royal Moroi--and another spirit user like Lissa. He'd been crazy about me (and often just crazy) ever since we first met”

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

“What in the world is this abomination?”
Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, “Adrian, is this some kind of joke?”

“"I like to think oysters transcend national barriers, Adrian." - Pink Floyd: Live At Pompeii video, in an interview with director Adrian Maben.”

“Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.”

“Mmm. O positive, my favorite.”
“Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon.”
“So it is,” said Adrian, straight-faced. “My mistake.”

“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.”