Didnโt understand love? Was she crazy? If she only knew what Iโd sacrificed for Dimitri, what Iโd done to be where I was now . . . all for love. She was the one who couldnโt understand. Love wasnโt a fling in a back room at a party. It was something you lived and died for.
Richelle MeadYou are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. You have no clue of how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.
Richelle MeadAvery worries about her, too, so Lissa's in good hands. Avery's pretty amazing." I gave him a scathing look. "Amazing? Do you like her or something?" I hadn't forgotten Avery's comment about leaving the door unlocked for him. "Of course I like her. She's a great person." "No, I mean like. Not like." "Oh, I see," he said, rolling his eyes. "We're dealing with elementary school definitions of 'like'.
Richelle MeadIt is terrifying,โ said Adrian. โAnd weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knowsโฆ well, part of you knows somethingโs not right. That your thinkingโs not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you canโt trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?
Richelle MeadYou know, I might miss some of your witticisms when youโre gone, but one thing I wonโt miss? Your overwhelming sense of melodrama and despair. Itโs too much even for me.
Richelle MeadRose!" I looked to my right and saw Adrian cutting across the lawn toward me, oblivious to the slush's effects on his designer shoes. "Did you just call me 'Rose'?" I asked. "And not 'little dhampir'? I don't think that's ever happened." "It happens all the time," he countered, catching up to me.
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