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Richelle Mead Quotes - Page 9

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I’m a succubus.” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t.” “Yes, I am.” “You aren’t.” I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. “I am too.” “No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They

I’m a succubus.” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t.” “Yes, I am.” “You aren’t.” I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. “I am too.” “No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They don’t wear jeans and sweaters.

Flames, Jeans, Sweaters

Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.45, Kensington Publishing Corp.

And you work for that demon, right? The one who looks like Matthew Broderick?” “John Cusack,” I corrected. “He looks like John Cusack.” “Whatever.

Looks, Demon, Matthew

Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.91, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Feminist,” he said, clearly amused. “Next you’ll be telling us you hate men.” She gave him a blank look. “I only hate stupid men who don’t actually understand what ‘feminist’ means.” He laughed. “You run into a lot of men like that?” “All the time.” “Really?” “Even as we speak, Nick.” “Oh no she didn’t,” said Peter. I groaned.

Running, Stupid, Hate

Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.100, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Hey, big spender,” I said. He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill. “Hugh,” I said. “Don’t insult me.” With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap. “Hey, Seth,” Cody suddenly said. I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face. “Hey,” he said, studying me. “So…you’re paying for dinner?

Dollar Bills, Dollars, Looks

Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.113, Kensington Publishing Corp.

He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. “I don’t think I’m that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.” “You know what I mean.” Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’m sweet because you make it easy to be sweet.

Sweet, Stars, Heart

Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.117, Kensington Publishing Corp.

The love in his eyes was so powerful, I needed to look away. Seth had an amazing grasp of the English language, but there were days when that skill was nothing compared to what he told me in his looks.

Powerful, Eye, Skills

Richelle Mead (2008). “Succubus Dreams: Urban Fantasy”, p.279, Random House

I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured.

Sleepy, Bedroom, Inferno

Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.207, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Me, I always wanted frost power.” “Frost power?” “Yeah.” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice.” “Not frost?” “Same difference.” “How would frost and/or ice power help you fight crime?” “Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.

Coffee, Fighting, Hands

What hope is there?” I asked. “If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?” “There isn’t,” he said. “We’re on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.

Fall, Angel, Thinking

I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.” “Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.

Mean, People, Guy

Richelle Mead (2015). “Succubus Heat”, p.23, Zebra

It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time.

Character, Firsts, Nephilim

Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning?

Good Night, Swooning, Succubus

Richelle Mead (2010). “Succubus Blues”, p.365, Random House

At long last, she gasped out, "It’s Seth." "What happened?" I demanded. "Is he okay?" "He ended it." Her crying renewed. "He broke the engagement and told me it was over.

Long, Engagement, Lasts

Richelle Mead (2010). “Succubus Shadows”, p.228, Kensington Publishing Corp.

I’ve come to ask you where Seth is.” "Funny,” said Andrea. “We were going to ask you the same thing.” I was taken aback. “How would I know?” They both just stared. "I don’t!

Taken, Said, Andrea

Richelle Mead (2010). “Succubus Shadows”, p.233, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Since when do we even play games?” “Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.” I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. “Hello, Carter.

Eye, Games, Play

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.7, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Nah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.

Jobs, White, Wells

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.23, Kensington Publishing Corp.

When you say ‘old friend,’ are we talking, like...since the Ice Age?” “No. Of course not.” “Oh.” “It’s only been about four hundred years.” “Ah. Yes. Only four hundred.” A wry expression spread over his face. “Being with you is a continual experiment in perspective. Among other things.

Expression, Talking, Years

What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown. “That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on Casey. I think he’s one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid.” “Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.

Girl, Moving, Thinking

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.78, Kensington Publishing Corp.

You know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go for…apple cinnamon ones now. “ “Apple cinnamon? You sure are demanding.” “It’s all right. I think you’re man enough for it.” “Thetis, if I actually believed you had either apples or cinnamon in your kitchen, I’d make them for you right now.” I didn’t answer. I was pretty sure I had some year-old Apple Jacks, but that was about it.

Men, Thinking, Years

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.81, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me. "I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks.

Voice, Dorms, Said

Richelle Mead (2013). “Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection”, p.360, Penguin

His eyes, I’d long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly seemed decent for a public setting.

Eye, Long, Messages

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.88, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Dad told Uncle Seth not to screw things up,” she informed me as we washed our hands. “He said even if Uncle Seth is famous, him getting a woman like you defies belief.” I laughed and smoothed down the skirt of my dress. “I don’t know about that. I don’t think your dad gives your uncle enough credit." Brandy gave me a sage look, worthy of someone much older. “Uncle Seth spent last Valentine’s Day at a library.

Uncles, Dad, Valentine

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.89, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Look who's calling the cauldron black." "Kettle. It’s a kettle. Get your metaphors right." "That wasn’t a metaphor. It was a, you know..." He stared off into space, blinking. "One of those things that’s symbolic of another thing. But isn’t the same thing. Just like it." "You mean a metaphor?" "No! It’s like a story...like...a proverb! That’s it." "I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy." "I don’t think so.

Mean, Thinking, Space

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.102, Kensington Publishing Corp.

Seth laughed when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice.” “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned.” “Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way.” “You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all.” His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes.

Beautiful, Sexy, Nice

Ian’s the black sheep.” “I thought I was the black sheep,” said Seth, sounding almost hurt. “No. You’re the unfocused artistic one. I’m the responsible one. Ian’s the wild, hedonistic one.” “What’s hedonistic?” asked Kendall. Her father considered. “It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can’t pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.

Running, Hurt, Jobs

Richelle Mead (2011). “Succubus On Top”, p.198, Kensington Publishing Corp.

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