Mary

“Love is..." An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he'd been gone less than a day, but I couldn't get him or the ways he described love out of my head. "... a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter's night. A star that guides you home.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically – yet skillfully – kissing you on top of silverware and china?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Then it's settled," I said. "We'll do a dream conference call."
That love and rapture faltered. "Wait. How is it settled? How did we go from me declaring my love for you to me being okay with a dream?"
"It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess