Adrian Quotes

Damn it," I muttered.
"What?" asked Adrian.
"I hate when you're the sane one. That's my job."
"Rose," he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, "I can think of many words to describe you,
sexy
and
hot
being at the top of the list. You know what's not on the list?
Sane
.

I don't know. This college would probably have the same problem the last one did."
I frowned. "What's that?"
"Homework."
"Adrian," growled his father.
"It's okay," said Adrian breezily. He rested his arm casually on the table. "I don't really need a job or extra money. After Rose and I get married, the kids and I'll just live off of her guardian paycheck.

Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds?

Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back." He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need
two
drinks.

He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.

I'm sorry."
"Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

You approve?" I asked, spinning around.
He slipped an arm around my waist. "Unfortunately, yes. I was hoping you'd show up in something a lot sluttier. Something that would scandalize my parents."
"Sometimes it's like you don't even care about me as a person," I observed as we walked inside. "It's like you're just using me for shock value."
"It's both, little dhampir. I care about you,
and
I'm using you for shock value.

Because it gives him and excuse to be around her--without making it look like he gave in first. That way, he can still seem manly."
"That's ridiculous." Especially the part about Christian being manly.
"Guys do ridiculous things for love.

Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together.
No, I said.
No?
We’re, uh, not in West Virginia.

Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked
"Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me."
I glared. "We're not.

He smiled and tapped my nose. "Two thank-yous in as many days. I don't suppose I'll get to see any, uh, special gratitude?"
I scoffed. "Nope. You'll just have to imagine it."
He gave me a half-hug and released me. "Fair enough. But I have a good imagination.

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.

You should dress her better, you know."
"I'm not interested in putting clothes
on
her," Adrian called as he steered me away.
"Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face."
"I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though.

Тhere isnʹt much I wouldnʹt do for you. Тhe stupider, the better.

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.
No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did."
I frowned, "What's that?"
"Homework.

Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.

But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.

Well there you go. Even a psychopath recognized your worth enough to want to kill someone else first."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Adrian's new research partner stepped through the door, and I knew the uneasy peace we'd just established in Palm Springs was about to shatter.
Dimitri Belikov had arrived.

She heard Adrian say to Christian, ʺYou know, your shirtʹs kind of grungy-looking. Seems like you could put in a little more effort since youʹre dating a princess.ʺ

It is terrifying, said Adrian. And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows… well, part of you knows something’s not right. That your thinking’s not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can’t trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite."
Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly.
"Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon."
"So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.

Nah, you always look good. As for me … well, it's hard to explain. The auras are getting to me. There's so much sorrow around here. You can't even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It's overwhelming. It makes your dark aura downright cheerful.

You did what you did out of love. I can't be mad at you over that. It was stupid, but that's how love is. Do you have any idea what I'd do for you? To keep you safe?

Your... Your aura. It's... amazing. It's shining. I mean, it always shines, but today... Well I've never seen anything like it. I didn't expect that after everything that happened.'
I shifted around uncomfortably. If I lit up around Dimitri normally, what on earth happened to my aura post-sex?

You look too pretty to be useful.

You will not! It's wrong."
"What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go...

Haunt me,
my little ghost,
Posses me
Live inside me,
And scare away my sins
Until there's nothing left.
But You.

I clung to that spark of hope,
nurturing it into a small flame that
chased some of the shadows in my heart
away.

Can't you... I don't. Find a hobby or something?"
"Being charming is my hobby.

Guys do ridiculous things for love." Adrian reached into his pocket and held up a pack of cigarettes. "Do you know how badly I want one of these right now? Yet I suffer, Rose. All for you.

It made you happy...

Adrian!You Used compulsion on that guy. That.... I mean, it's....."
"Awesome?Yeah,I Know

None of us are meant to be or do anything," he said. "We decide what we're going to be. You told me once that there are no victims here, that we all have the power to choose what we want."
"Don't try to use my own words against me," I warned.
"Why?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. "They were damned good ones. You're not a victim. You're not a captive to that lily. You can be what you want. You can choose what you want."
"You're right." I slipped away, finding no resistance from him at all. "And I
don't
choose you. That's what you're missing in all of this"
- Sydney & Adrian, The Golden Lily

Rose, I cheat at cards and buy liquor for minors. But I would never, ever force you into something you don't want.

There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance.
Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, Booga-wooga!
At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.

She’s my mate; that makes her mine. Forgetting that will see your neck no longer serving its purpose. I love it when you talk dirty, she purred. Give my regards to Lindsay.

I shall sustain a massive erection, that’s what, and I shan’t be answerable for the consequences. Some kind of ejaculation is almost bound to ensue and if either of you were to become pregnant I should never forgive myself.

Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will
go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep,
watch while you eat.
That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it,
brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all
the time in the world to play and coax. I will be the very air
you breathe.

But only if after you kill me,
You eat my dead body...
Cook me for a day and night...
Make me into stew.
Afterwards, suck my bones clean.
When my entire body has been eaten by you,
I can finally become your blood and flesh.
Then... I will belong entirely to you...

No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but how
can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against
yours? You’ve said I have none of the red-blooded passion
of my sex, but you don’t know. You, he gasped, pressing
against her with a hard thrust of his hips, you will know it—
the depth of my passion. But you will.

I’ll come back to you, he whispered, not meaning to say it out loud. And I will ravish you over breakfast, and I will never leave you alone another night of my life.

Pearls, because your skin is as smooth and luminescent as one, and because the first time my lips caressed your throat I thought your flesh as opulent and lush
as one. Gold, he whispered, moving closer, because it reminded me of how your hair looked in the dying
candlelight, how it burned and glistened, and how badly I want to lie in bed, in our chamber, and watch you at your dressing table, unpinning it for me. I will have that, Lucy, the
rights of a husband to enter his wife’s room, to see her at her toilette, to watch what no other man will ever be
granted. You do understand that? That I won’t settle for less?
You have made your line in the sand very clear.
He grinned. You can cross it anytime you wish, you know. You might even like it on my side.

What did you discover about the shooter? Jude asked as he struggled to sit upright.
Once I spotted him on the rooftop, I ran up the back stairs to follow him. He was long gone, but he left something behind, Sussex said.
Oh?
Yes, I’ll take it upon myself to investigate it.
Jude opened his eyes, his stare focused on the duke. Do you need my help?
Alynwick snorted. A soiled dove with a broken wing, he drawled. What use would you be?
Jude grumbled, I’ll be fine by the morning.

My dearest Lucy, he said, his gaze never wavering from hers, I would die for you.

You look too pretty to be useful.
Truer words were never spoken.

How will I accomplish such a thing? he said, and her
lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up
the curve of her chin. I’ll be everywhere you are. Your very
shadow.