Richelle Mead
Richelle Mead
Richelle Meadis a bestselling American fantasy author. She is known for the Georgina Kincaid series, Vampire Academy, Bloodlines and the Dark Swan series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 November 1976
CountryUnited States of America
magic administration complaining
Besides, I could hardly complain to the administration that I was being forced to learn magic.
research might sides
Besides, when not hard at work with this research, I'm actually conducting a side experiment on how cigarettes and gin increase charisma. As you might guess, the results are looking very promising.
different
Every relationship is different. Everyone loves differently.
taken helping-others world
Even if I’d been wide awake, I knew Dimitri would’ve taken my suitcase anyway. That’s how he was, a lost remnant of chivalry in the modern world, ever-ready to help others.
nice being-nice understood
It'd be nice to have someone who understood some of the things that went on in my head.
climbs i-can courses
Of course I can climb it. I'm practically a progidy in PE," I pointed out. "The question is, can you, Mr Smoker?
unprepared
You were totally unprepared for her.” “That's for damned sure.
nice pants sage
Nice blouse, Sage,” Adrian told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.
art stupid believe
I know how you guys feel about us. I'm not stupid, and believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head. But there isn't enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe's because it was too hard being that close to you, even if it was all just pretend fighting. I couldn't stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me－and I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogether, and then I'd find excuses… like the car… anything to be around you again.
party cat tea
But I’m just going to be out there having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind." Adrian
moving fighting dancer
I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.
worth-it
It was worth it. You looked... happy.
dream eye differences
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.
giving sage notes
Note even Moroi give licenses to infants, Sage,