Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t think less of you.
Richelle MeadIt occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.
Richelle MeadLife and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.
Richelle MeadOh,” she said. “You can rest assured that I will kill him. Mostly this is to emphasize what I said before: no more time to lounge around and decide with no consequences. For every moment you waste deliberating today, the Oak King will be in the hands of my torturers, experiencing the most excruciating pain. Your delay extends that agony.” “Oh, irony,” murmured Dorian.
Richelle Mead