Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, youโre the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter youโve been since the day I met you.โ Finally, he put โbeautifulโ at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. โSweet talker,โ I scoffed. โYou didnโt know anything about me the first time we met.โ โI knew you were beautiful,โ he said. โI just hoped for the rest.
Richelle MeadI don't believe in soul mates, not exactly. I think it's ridiculous to think there's only one person out there for us. What if your 'soul mate' lives in Zimbabwe? What if he dies young? I also think 'two souls becoming one' is ridiculous. You need to hold on to yourself. But I do believe in souls being in sync, souls that mirror each other.
Richelle MeadThat was ridiculous," I told Dorian, once she'd left. "She's not the kind of person to fall for your flirting." "On the contrary," said Dorian. "She's exactly the kind of person to fall for it. I understand these warrior maids, you know. They live such harsh, cold lives, always trying to keep up with the men... when really, they just need someone to make them feel like a woman. And that, of course, is an area in which I excel. Why, if I'd had ten minutes alone with herโ
Richelle MeadDay 24. Situation is growing worse. My captors continue to find new and horrific ways to torture me. When not working, Agent Scarlet spends her days examining fabric swatches for bridesmaid dresses and going on about how in love she is. This usually causes Agent Boring Borscht to regale us with stories of Russian weddings that are even more boring than his usual ones. My attempts at escape have been thwarted thus far. Also, I am out of cigarettes. Any assistance or tobacco products you can send will be greatly appreciated. -Prisoner 24601
Richelle Mead