Stephanie Webber

“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.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“It doesn't matter. Take Eddie's blood. Take Belikov's blood. Take your own for all I care. But If she doesn't want to give hers, then that's all there is to it. She said no. This conversation is done.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that.”
― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise