The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.
Richelle MeadIสนve seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?สบ สบChristian,สบ corrected Lissa. สบRight.สบ .... สบSo what brings you and Christopher here?สบ asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink. สบChristian,สบ said Christian. .... Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. สบBut you just got here! I was hoping we could get to know each other.สบ It went without saying what he meant by that. สบOh. And Kreskin too.
Richelle MeadYou said you were a victim. That's why...that's why ultimately, you and I aren't matched for each other. In spite of everything that's happened, I've never though of myself that way. Being a victim means you're powerless. That you won't take action. Always...always I've done something to fight for myself...for others. No matter what.
Richelle Mead