Elisha

“She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. “I hear your heart,” she said.
“Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I’m not undead?”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“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

“I didn’t care at this point and busied myself texting a message to Sydney on the Love Phone, letting her know that my art was a paltry thing compared to the brilliance of her beauty. She texted back: This is me rolling my eyes. To which I replied: I love you too.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Sonya often said she didn't believe in soul mates, but in that union, I believed there was something in my soul that spoke to Sydney's, that this connection between our bodies called to something greater than us, something preordained.
And when it was over, I was reluctant to let her go. I looked down at her face, with her flushed cheeks and damp strands of hair, and thought, Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart