Jill Mastrano Quotes

“Any life worth living is going to have risks”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Sydney, don't leave Adrian because of me."
"It's more complicated than that," I said automatically.
"It's really not," she said. "From everything I've seen and heard, you're just afraid. You've always controlled every detail of your life. When you couldn't-like with the Alchemists-you found a way to seize back that control."
"There is nothing wrong with wanting control," I snapped.
"Except that we can't always have it, and sometimes that is a good thing. A great thing, even," she added. "And that's how it is with Adrian. No matter how hard you try, you aren't going to be able to control your feelings for him. You can't help loving him, and so you're running away. I'm just an excuse.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Happy Birthday."
Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him.”
― Richelle Mead, Adrian's Lost Chapter

“Your boyfriend and Micah will both be speechless."
I unfastened my seatbelt. "That's the third time I've heard 'your boyfriend.' What's going on about that? Why won't anyone say Brayden's name?"
Neither of them answered right away. Finally, Jill said sheepishly, "Because none of us can remember it."
"Oh, come on! I'd expect that from Adrian but not you guys. It's not that weird of a name."
"No," admitted Eddie. "But there's just something so...I don't know. Unmemorable about him. I'm glad he makes you happy, but I just start to tune out whenever he talks.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“That perked Jill up. “Maybe if the atmosphere’s romantic enough, you guys can—”
“No, Jailbait.” I held up a hand.
“Don’t go there.”
“But you want to,” Jill insisted.
“And she does too, or she wouldn’t have made that chart.”
“I don’t know about that. That chart’s the kind of thing she’d do in her free time for fun. Anyway. She and I don’t agree on everything, but you not being involved with our sex life is one point we’re in perfect harmony on, so there’s no point in discussing this.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Is it true?" She asked. "Do you have a date?"
"For the love of-you know it's true! And you told Adrian didn't you?”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“What are you doing here?' demanded Eddie.
'Saving your ass," said Angeline. 'I knew there was something going on.'
'I'm not talking to you," he snapped. He threw down the stake and strode past her, toward the entrance of the alley. I followed with my eyes and saw a tall, slim figure standing there, her hair glowing in the light of an overhead lamp. Jill. I remembered the water on the ground turning to mist, and it all made sense.
'You have no right being here!' exclaimed Eddie, coming to a halt in front of her. It was one of the few times I'd ever seen him angry. I'd certainly never seen him angry at her. He cast a glare back at Angeline before returning to Jill. 'They shouldn't have brought you.'
'I have every right to be here," she retorted. 'When Angeline finally convinced us, I knew we had to help. And we did.'
Eddie was undaunted. 'I don't care what they do. If they want to endanger their lives, so be it. But a princess of her people has no business putting herself in danger.'
'A princess of her people has no business sitting off to the side while said people are in danger,' Jill returned.
'Do you have any idea what could have happened if--'
'Oh, shut up,' she said, reaching for him. He flinched in surprise, but once she started kissing him, the tension left his body. I shook my head and looked away.
'Oh, man," I said to no one in particular. 'This night is just full of surprises.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

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

“Jill's face was hard when PE ended, and I had the feeling she was trying not to cry. I tried talking to her in the locker room, but she simply shook her head and headed off for the showers. I was about to go there myself when I heard a shriek. Those of us who were still by the lockers raced to the shower room to see what was happening.
Laurel jerked the curtain back from her stall and came running out, oblivious to the fact that she was naked. I gaped. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of ice. Water droplets from the shower had frozen solid on her skin and in her hair, though in the steamy heat of the rest of the room, they were already starting to melt. I glanced over to the shower itself and noticed that the water coming out of the faucet was also frozen solid.”
― Richelle Mead, Bloodlines