Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?
Richelle MeadPeople often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.
Richelle MeadSometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
Richelle MeadRelax, Jailbait," said Avery. "A drunken kiss is nothing compared to a drunken fall. God knows I've kissed plenty of guys drunk." "And yet, I remain unkissed tonight," mused Adrian.
Richelle MeadWeโre suckers for this, Sydney. Men. Youโve got me completely helpless right now. Youโre so beautiful and alluring, and we guys canโt help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed.โ She turned my face toward hers. โThis wasnโt exactly difficult for me.โ โBut we still have it easy. Youโre the strength, the pillars . . . our defenders, our childrenโs defenders.
Richelle MeadI eyed Dimitri, recalling a shadow in my periphery back in the ballroom. "You followed when I jumped in front of Lissa, didn't you? Who were you going for? Me or her?" He studied me for several long seconds. He could have lied. He could have given the easy answer by saying he'd intended to push both of us out of the way-if that was even possible, which I didn't recall. But Dimitri didn't lie. "I don't know, Roza. I don't know.
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