There was no "me" in Alchemy. Well, phonetically there was, but that wasn't the point.
Richelle MeadThen, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.
Richelle MeadBut what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him, holding his hand, was a Moroi girl who looked about eleven but had to be older, unless he'd become a pedophile during our absence.
Richelle Mead