I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.
Richelle MeadAfter the bitching I'd done to Abe about going to remote, crappy places, I should have been excited about the prospect of going to Sin City.
Richelle MeadI left her there crying as I walked toward the gate. A piece of my soul had died when Dimitri had fallen. Turning my back on her now, I felt another piece die as well. Soon there wouldn't be anything left inside me.
Richelle MeadHe tilted his head to the side, still watching me in that same, disconcerting way. โSome things are true, drunk or sober. You should know that. You deal in facts all the time.โ โYeah, but this isnโtโโ I couldnโt argue with him looking at me like that. โI have to go. Waitโฆ you didnโt take the cross.โ I held it out to him. He shook his head. โKeep it. I think Iโve got something else to help center my life.
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