Adrian Ivashkov Sydney Sage Quotes

Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm."
There were a few moments of silence. "Sage, I've been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder? ~ Richelle Mead

You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. ~ Michelle Mead

You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who are."
"Like what? Got some magic object in mind?"
"Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back ~ Richelle Mead

She's an Alchemist," continued Nathan. "Not a chauffeur. There's a big difference." Actually, there were days at Amberwood I doubted that. "Come, Miss Sage. If you've wasted your day driving my son here, the least I can do is buy you lunch."
I shot a panicked look at Adrian. It wasn't panicked because I was afraid of being with Moroi. I'd long since gotten used to these sorts of situations. What I was unsure of was if Adrian really wanted me around for his family reunion. That hadn't been part of the plan. Also, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to be around for said reunion either.
"Dad-" Adrian attempted.
"I insist," said Nathan crisply. "Pay attention and learn common courtesy." He turned and began walking away, assuming we'd follow. We did.
"Should I find a reason to leave?" I whispered to Adrian.
"Not when he uses his 'I insist' voice," came the muttered response. ~ Richelle Mead

We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That's what she did. It was bad judgment, that's all. You don't cut off the people you love for mistakes like that. ~ Richelle Mead

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes. ~ Richelle Mead

So, Zoe told me today that - " "Wait. Are you going to talk like that?"
I glanced down and realized he was referring to the fact that my shirt was sitting on the floor beside me. "My bra's still on. What's the problem?"
"The problem is that I'm distracted. Very distracted. If you want my undivided attention and wisdom, you'd better put the shirt back on."
I smiled and scooted over to him. "Why, Adrian Ivashkov, are you admitting weakness?" I reached out to touch his cheek, and he caught my wrist with a fierceness that was surprisingly provocative.
"Of course. I never claimed strength in the face of your charms, Sage. I'm just an ordinary man. Now put the shirt back on. ~ Richelle Mead

Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'? ~ Richelle Mead

Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage. ~ Richelle Mead

I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too. ~ Richelle Mead

Melbourne, I always knew you'd need to learn about this kind of thing. I 'd just kind of hoped you'd learn it on a real guy. ~ Richelle Mead

I didn't realize when I brought him back here that you'd inflict more damage." I said, once I'd finished the story.
"I was defending your honor." Adrian gave me that devil-may-care smile that always managed to both infuriate and captivate me. "Pretty manly, huh? ~ Richelle Mead

Everything I'd fought for, every challenge, every victory ... all of it was empty if anything happened to him. Without him, I wouldn't have had the courage to become the person I was. Without him, I wouldn't have realized what it truly was to live and love life. Centrum permanebit. He was my center, and there was nothing I wouldn't do, nothing I wouldn't give up, to keep him safe. ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. "Sorry" I'd probably freaked him out ~ Richelle Mead

I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced by a dreamy one.
"The mechanic will wait," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm supposed to meet Brayden soon, I'll be-" That's when I got a good look at Adrian. "What have you done? Look at you! You shouldn't be out here."
"It's not that bad."
He was lying, and we both knew it.
"Come on, we have to get you out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?"
His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. "It was worth it. You looked ... happy ~ Richelle Mead

And then the kissing started again. There was no avoiding it, not when we were together like this, far away from the real world of our normal lives. The setting was too perfect. He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew. And honestly, we'd wasted far too much time with doubts and games. The one thing you learn from constantly having your life in danger is that you'd better not waste it. ~ Richelle Mead

Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into
a hole. "It's you."
"You were expecting someone else?"
I asked. "Am I interrupting your social
calendar?" I made a big show of
glancing around the empty room. "I don't
want to keep you from the mob of fans
beating down your door. ~ Richelle Mead

You know," said Sydney, after a sip. "I kind of can taste some citrus in this. Just barely. Like a hint of orange. And it's sweeter than I thought, but that'd make sense if the guy said it was late harvest varietal. Grapes retain more sugar the longer they stay on the vine."
"I knew it," I said triumphantly. "I knew this was exactly what would happen if I ever got you to drink."
She titled her head, puzzled. "What?"
"Never mind. ~ Richelle Mead

Work? Come on, Sage. Go buy a bikini and enjoy the pool while you're hanging around. ~ Richelle Mead

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing. ~ Richelle Mead

Sydney: I can do a lot of things, Adrian.
And - at the risk of sounding egotistical - I mean, well, I can do a lot of pretty awesome things that most people can't."
Adrian: "Don't I know it. You can change a tire in ten minutes while speaking Greek."
Sydney: "Five minutes. ~ Richelle Mead

He shook his head. "No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do."
I waited for more. "That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?"
Those green eyes held me. "I don't think I need to. ~ Richelle Mead

Maybe everyone else thinks your aversion to food is cute- but not me. I've watched you watch Jill. Here's some tough love: you will never, ever have her body. Ever. It's impossible. She's Moroi. You're human. That's biology. You have a great one, one that most humans would kill for- and you'd look even better if you put on a little weight. Five pounds would be a good start. Hide the ribs. Get a bigger bra size ~ Richelle Mead

We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week."
If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned.
Adrian spoke first. "I'm going to assume that means he's flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I'd like to come along. But not for the windmills. ~ Richelle Mead

You look confused," said Adrian.
I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things."
He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it. ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian: "But what are loyal and caring really worth?"
Sydney: "To me? Everything. ~ Richelle Mead

You're a solid person, Sage. You're easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy. ~ Richelle Mead

Speaking of Sonya ... I was thinking of something earlier. Something Wolfe said."
"Why, Adrian. Were you paying attention after all?"
"Don't start,Sage," he warned.(p 211) ~ Richelle Mead

Well, this is a nice surprise," he said. He looked us over. Jill had changed into her normal clothes during her isolation today, but I still had on the Amberwood blouse and skirt. "Sage, aren't you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear."
"Cute," I said, suppressing an eye roll.
Adrian gave me a mock bow. "Careful. You almost smiled. ~ Richelle Mead

Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist. ~ Richelle Mead

And yet, you didn't bother telling me yourself," I snapped, still outraged. "I couldn't! They made me promise not to." Somehow, his betrayal hurt worse than all the others. I had come to trust him implicitly. How could he do this to me? "No one believed I'd be able to talk the Warriors down, so everyone just made contingency plans without me." Never mind that I Hadn't been able to talk them down. "Someone should have told me. You should have told me." There was legitimate pain and regret in his voice. "I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups, Sage. Besides, don't you remember what I said just before you got in the car with Trey?" I did actually. Almost word for word. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I never doubted what you're going to do. It's smart, and it's brave. I slouched further into my seat and felt like I was on the verge of tears. Adrian was right. I did know what it was like to have your loyalty stretched between different groups. I understood the position he'd been in. It was just, some selfish part of me wished that I'd been the one his loyalty has been strongest to. ~ Richelle Mead

I nodded, mollified. "Okay, I can roll with that. And then after that, I suppose it's just a matter of time until we're taking the kids to soccer practice."
Her eyebrows rose. "Kids?"
"Relax, it's years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks . . . then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get." She looked more amused than appalled at the speculation, which was something I'd never thought I'd see. "It's really not even fair to everyone else. Good thing you're on birth control, since the world obviously isn't ready for our perfect offspring." "Obviously," she laughed. ~ Richelle Mead

He always got this glint in his eyes when he complimented my looks, like he was seeing so much more than just my actual appearance. ~ Richelle Mead

I didn't care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me. ~ Richelle Mead

Unexpected treat," he said. His eyes fell on Marcus and widened. "I'll be damned. You found him."
"Thanks to you," I said.
Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form-and then instantly dried up. "What happened to your face?"
"Oh," I lightly touched the swollen spot. It still smarted but wasn't as painful as it had been earlier. I spoke my next words without thinking. "Marcus hit me. ~ Richelle Mead

I'm not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. I'll make love over war any day. But I swear, if they'd hurt you - "
"They didn't," I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared I'd been because I was afraid he might go after them. "I'm fine. You came to the rescue."
A smile played at his lips. "Something tells me you would've rescued yourself." And like that, the smile vanished. "But spirit would've been a lot more effective than a branch."
"Your treejitsu was very effective. ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was. ~ Richelle Mead

He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?"
There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to. ~ Richelle Mead

Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time ... and it's all good. ~ Richelle Mead

..it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help."
"That's true," I said. "Maybe I can put
a sign out front that says, 'ATTENTION
ALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.'"
"'ATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,'" he corrected, straightening up. ~ Richelle Mead

I still couldn't stop the sick feeling rising in my stomach. "This could be a disaster."
"How? If anyone even finds it - and it's not just sitting under a table right now - they'll just have a good laugh at our sappy talk. No one's going to be like, 'Aha! Proof of an illicit human-and-vampire affair. ~ Richelle Mead

Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?"
"Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "We use it all the time with art, ... That, and I know how to use a dictionary ~ Richelle Mead

Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, 'Well, that's Adrian. ~ Richelle Mead

And yet, once again, you're the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say."
"I do not. You know that's not what I meant."
He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I'm the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you."
"Adrian!"
But he was already out the door, knowing laughter echoing behind him. ~ Richelle Mead

If I was drunk, I wouldn't be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians."
"White what?" I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me.
"It's a drink," he said. "You'd think I wouldn't be into something named that - you know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But they're surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians. ~ Richelle Mead

Different time, different place," I said. "Things can change. People can change. ~ Richelle Mead

The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. 'You're always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while. ~ Richelle Mead

Isn't it weird?" he said, glancing up as I measured salt. "All the variety that life offers? Here we sit, me reading expressions of creativity." He held up the poetry book, which to my dismay, was now worn and dog-eared. "And you doing scientific and magical calculations. We're thinking, cerebral beings one minute ... and the next, completely given over to physical acts of passion. How do we do that? Back and forth, mind and body? How can creatures like us go from extreme to extreme? ~ Richelle Mead

You make learning fun. Like a children's book or after school special. Tell me about your ... um, Athenian women. ~ Richelle Mead

Are you sure?" he said. His tone was lighter now, turning him back into the Adrian I knew. "Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding. ~ Richelle Mead

Speaking of that dress," he added, "I still haven't seen it."
I laughed softly. "You couldn't handle it." He raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that a challenge, Sage? I can handle a lot."
"Not if our history is any indication. Each time I wear some moderately attractive dress, you lose it." "That's not exactly true," he said. "I lose it no matter what you're wearing. ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian: Do you smell that?"
Sydney: "I smell the paint, and ... wait ... is that pine?"
Adrian: "Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor. ~ Richelle Mead

Where are you going to put the other one?" asked Daniella.
"Wherever you like," said Ms. Terwilliger. "I can't take him with me. The guards saw me come in with one cat. They'll see me leave with one."
"What?" My mother-in-law's voice came out extra shrill to my ears. "That creature's staying?" It figured. Her daughter-in-law transforming into an animal? No problem. Having to take care of a cat? Crisis. ~ Richelle Mead

Sydney: "You can be Jet if you want, but we are not posing as a couple again"
Adrian: "Are you sure? Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."
Sydney: "Why are they all high-calorie foods? And bread pudding isn't really that romantic."
Adrian: "Do you want me to call you celery stick instead? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings." - The Indigo Spell ~ Richelle Mead

Sydney, dear," my mother added, "I expected more sense from you, if not Adrian. Surely you
know that a baby needs all sorts of things."
Sydney was momentarily stunned, and I couldn't blame her. I was pretty sure my mother had never
called her "dear" before, and I think Sydney was at a loss as to whether to feel flattered by the
endearment or chastised for her lack of "sense."
"Yes, Mrs. Ivashkov," said Sydney at last. "That's why we wanted you out here while we got
things settled. We know you'll get him all he needs."
"You're Mrs. Ivashkov now," corrected my mom. "Call me Daniella. ~ Richelle Mead

Until now, you have always lived your life alone. Every decision you've made has been for you and you alone. Now, and for the rest of your days, your life will be tied to another's. Every decision you make will be for both of you. What one does affects the other. You are a family, a team ... inseparable and unbreakable. ~ Richelle Mead

I'm very pleased to introduce the world to Adrian and Sydney Ivashkov. ~ Richelle Mead

With Alicia and the Alchemists on the loose, Sydney couldn't leave a secure location like this without good reason. She contented herself by holing up in a guest room and prepping some spells that would be of use in the search for Alicia tomorrow. That left Dimitri and me to babysit, which seemed like the setup for some sort of wacky sitcom. ~ Richelle Mead

That creature's staying?' It figured. Her daughter-in-law transforming into an animal? No problem. Having to take care of a cat? Crisis. (Sydney Sage-Ivashkov) ~ Richelle Mead

And he has so much, Sydney. So much feeling. He feels everything so strongly - love, grief, anger. His emotions are up and down, all over the place. ~ Richelle Mead

The center will hold.
Will it, Sydney? I wondered.
Because I'm falling apart. ~ Richelle Mead

What in the world is this abomination?"
Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, "Adrian, is this some kind of joke? ~ Richelle Mead

I find prostitutes vastly important. ~ Richelle Mead

So that's how you're going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea. ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with some inappropriate and mocking comment. Lissa gave him a sharp headshake that kept him quiet. "Aren't there any, I don't know, sleeveless options?"
The saleswoman's eyes widened. "No one has ever worn straps to a funeral. It wouldn't be right."
"What about shorts?" asked Adrian. "Are they okay if they're with a tie? Because that's what I was gonna go with."
The woman looked horrified. ~ Richelle Mead

Hey, Sydney. I thought I saw your car out there." He glanced around. "Is, uh, Jill with you?"
"Not today." I said. New insight struck me as I recalled that Lee attended school in Los Angeles. "Lee, have you ever dated a human girl at your school?"
Adrian arched an eyebrow. "Are you asking him out, Sage?"
I scowled. "No! ~ Richelle Mead

Keep it. I think I've got something else to help center my life. - Adrian Ivashkov ~ Richelle Mead

I don't care if you say we can't be together. I don't care if you think I'm the most evil, unnatural creature walking on earth. You can think whatever you want, go whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless. ~ Richelle Mead

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want ... I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless. - Adrian Ivashkov ~ Richelle Mead

Micah showed up shortly thereafter and was happy to meet our other "brother."
He shook Adrian's hand and smiled. "Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting to wonder if Jill was adopted, but you two kind of look like each other."
"So does our mailman back in North Dakota," said Adrian.
"South," I corrected. Fortunately, Micah didn't seem to think there was anything weird about the slip.
"Right," said Adrian. He studied Micah thoughtfully. "There's something familiar about you. Have we met?"
Micah shook his head. "I've never been to South Dakota."
I was pretty sure I heard Adrian murmur, "That makes two of us. ~ Richelle Mead

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. ~ Richelle Mead

You might not believe this, but there is no one like her at this school."
"Oh I believe it," I said, thinking back to the time Angeline had forgotten her locker's combination and tried to get into it with an axe.
No one was really sure where she'd gotten it from. ~ Richelle Mead

And that's the thing, I think ... the real reason I'm not that weirded out by you two. It goes against all sound logic, but somehow, you two together ... it just works. ~ Richelle Mead

I brought my lips down to hers, and it was like everything that had ever happened to me had simply been a warm-up for this moment, that this was where my life truly began. ~ Richelle Mead

What is it with you and girls' bathrooms? ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

But maybe fun wasn't so bad once in a while. ~ Richelle Mead

Not true," said Adrian. "All guys mean the same thing when they want to 'get to know a girl better.' You're a wellbred young lady, so I understand why you'd be too innocent to understand. Good thing you've got me here to interpret. ~ Richelle Mead

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? ~ Richelle Mead

I guess I just had trouble shaking that
feeling that I had to take care of everything because no one else could do it right. ~ Richelle Mead

I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have
poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn't
that what normal mothers and daughters did? ~ Richelle Mead

Who's she? Just another Ivashkov. There are tons of them. Probably because all the guys like Adrian and have all sorts of illegitimate children." "Adrian doesn't have any children." "That we know of. ~ Richelle Mead

No," he said. "I don't want you to suffer. Much. But the next time you're in bed with Belikov, stop a moment and remember that not everyone made out as well as you did."
I turned back to face him. "Adrian, I never - "
"Not just me, little dhampir," he added quietly. "There's been a lot of collateral damage along the way while you battled against the world. I was a victim, obviously. But what about Jill? What happens to her now that you've abandoned her to the royal wolves? And Eddie? Have you thought about him? And where's your Alchemist? ~ Richelle Mead

Who is he?"
"An idiot, said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society. ~ Richelle Mead

Watch it." he said at last. "I can make your life miserable." I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst but you haven't seen what i can do yet. ~ Richelle Mead

That's not what I meant! What happened?"
He shrugged. "I told the truth."
"Adrian!"
"I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people."
"That not bad," I admitted.
"Then she asked me what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start.'"
"Adrian! ~ Richelle Mead

So, explain this," Avery said, "You just, what, hang around the Academy all day? Are you trying to redo your high school experience?"
"Nothing to redo," said Adrian loftily. "I totally ruled my high school. I was worshiped and adored - not that that should come as a shock." Beside him, Christian nearly choked on his food.
"So. . .You're trying to relive your glory days. It's all gone downhill since then, huh?"
"No way," said Adrian. "I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come."
"Seems like it'd get old after a while," said Avery, "I'm certainly bored, and I even spend part of the day helping my dad."
"Adrian sleeps most of the day," noted Lissa, "So he doesn't actually have to worry about finding things to do."
"Hey, I spend a good portion of my time helping you unravel the mysteries of spirit," Adrian reminded her. "And," he added, "I can visit people in their dreams."
Christian held up a hand. "Stop. I can feel there's a comment coming on about how women already dream about you. I just ate, you know."
"I wasn't going to go there," said Adrian. But he kind of looked like he wished he'd thought of the joke first. ~ Richelle Mead

What's going on?' he asked, looking from face to face. 'I was having a good dream.'
'I need you,' said Lissa.
'I hear that from women a lot,' said Adrian.
Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance. ~ Richelle Mead

You know how to make turkey? How would you have learnt that?" From what I knew, most dhampirs stayed nearly year-round at their schools from an early age. Not a lot of culinary time.
"Hey," he said, straight-faced. "All knowledge is worth having."
Jill laughed. "He wouldn't tell me either. ~ Richelle Mead

Propriety's never been Adrian's strong suit. ~ Richelle Mead

Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you."
"Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead? ~ Richelle Mead

Hey show some respect. They're real people with names. Carla and Krissy" He frowned. "Or was it Missy? ~ Richelle Mead

I'd been raised to be practical and keep my
emotions in check, but I loved cars. That was one of the few
legacies I'd picked up from my mom. She was a mechanic,
and some of my best childhood memories were of working
in the garage with her. ~ Richelle Mead

In fact I was fairly certain there was no one in the entire world quite like Adrian Ivashkov. ~ Richelle Mead