The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. ‘You’re always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while.
Richelle MeadNice blouse, Sage,” Adrian told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.
Richelle MeadI'll find you. There is no place in this world you can hide from me. I'm watching. Love, Dimitri
Richelle MeadKeeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.
Richelle MeadDon't be too hasty," she warned. "Conserve your strength. If you're too eager to fight the undead, you may find yourselves joining them. Then you'd never see us again, and we'd be very sad." "Yes," said Christian. "I'd cry into my pillow every night." I resisted the urge to kick him. "Well, I couldn't visit if I was Strigoi, yeah, but hopefully I'd just die a normal death. Then I could come see you as a ghost.
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