Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.
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Richelle MeadBut all I could see was her. No skill of mine, no artist anywhere, couldโve immortalized how gorgeous she was. It was impossible to believe sheโd ever had any doubts about her body. The firelight shone on her skin, golden and perfect, making her look like some radiant goddess of legend. I wanted to kneel before her and offer eternal obedience.
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Richelle MeadAdrian opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with some inappropriate and mocking comment. Lissa gave him a sharp headshake that kept him quiet. "Aren't there any, I don't know, sleeveless options?" The saleswoman's eyes widened. "No one has ever worn straps to a funeral. It wouldn't be right." "What about shorts?" asked Adrian. "Are they okay if they're with a tie? Because that's what I was gonna go with." The woman looked horrified.
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