We all stared at the scoreboard in stunned silence. Only Carter was able to get anything out. "That," he told Robert exuberantly, "is how a bird in the hand gets up before the early worm." "That doesn't make any sense," said Roger. Carter pointed at the scoreboard. "Neither does that, but there you have it.
Richelle MeadYou, know I'm the Queen's favorite great nephew, Well, yeah I'm her only great nephew, but that's not important, I'd still be her favorite.
Richelle MeadThis was the last thing I expected. You destroy my life and then feed me some inspiratonal philosophy.
Richelle MeadRose once told me about this poem sheโd read. There was this line, โIf your eyes werenโt open, you wouldnโt know the difference between dreaming and waking.โ You know what Iโm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still wonโt know.
Richelle MeadHeโd moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasnโt the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasnโt easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer.
Richelle Mead