Sunny

“You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“He shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?"
I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it."
"Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily