Richelle Mead: Frases en inglés (página 11)

“Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days.
Unfortunately, it wasn't with me.”

“Did you know," he said slowly, "That Victor Dashkov is sitting on your bed?"
"Yeah," I said. "It was kind of a shock to us too.”

“What happened? Did a house fall on your sister?" I asked. Maybe there was a benefit to our language barrier. She pursed her lips.
"You can't stay here much longer," she said.
My mouth dropped open.
"You… you speak English?"
She snorted. "Of course.”

“Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.”

“Vampires. Honestly, they're like children sometimes.”

“He leaned closer to me and then seemed shocked as he realized what he was doing.

"Why would you do that? Why would you do that for me?”

“I bet you never thought the hardest part of finding your ‘saviorʹ would be getting her mom to let her stay out past curfew.”

“Some people read books for fun.”

“Guardian Belikov is the princess's guardian now," said Kirova, "Herguardian."
"You got cheap foreign labour to protect Lissa?”

“Too bad you got so bogged down in books. You've got the spirit of a warrior.”

“It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile… It was something I would have come up with.”

“Did you know that it's a lot harder to put organs back in the body than it is to get them out?”

“Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov.”

“Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet.”

“What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?”

“There was a lot of apologizing going on, but I realized that was how it was with people you cared about. You forgave each other and moved on.”

“I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn; t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.”

“I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.”

“Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno."
"Why Fresno?"
"Sounds like the kind of place people drink a lot of juice.”