I lost track of day and night too. My time was divided into Dimitri and not-Dimitri. He was my world. When he wasn't there, the moments were agony.
Richelle MeadLove is rarely flawless,โ Carter pointed out. โHumans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes love perfect.
Richelle MeadWe studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what Iโd said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
Richelle MeadMaybe you're graduating from fireballs to lightning bolts," Adrian suggested. "I bet it'd be a lot like throwing ninja stars. Except, well, you could incinerate people.
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