Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.โ โChrist, Kincaid, what did you say to him?โ murmured Doug. โWell,โ I told Doug, โI ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.โ Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. โThen I saidโnot knowing who he wasโthat Iโd be Seth Mortensenโs love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.
Richelle MeadDo you know anything about silent films?" "Sure," I said. "The first ones were developed in the late nineteenth century and sometimes had live musical accompaniment, though it wasn't until the 1920s that sound became truly incorporated into films, eventually making silent ones obsolete in cinema.
Richelle MeadI didnโt get her cutting at all. Sheโd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to dieโshe just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outletโphysical painโwas the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
Richelle MeadThen, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.
Richelle Mead