What hope is there?โ I asked. โIf even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?โ โThere isnโt,โ he said. โWeโre on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.
Richelle MeadHe flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.
Richelle MeadWe had just paid the check when Dimitri's cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. And like that, his face transformed. That fierceness I so associated with him softened, and he practically glowed. "No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza." Whatever the response on the other end was, it made him smile.
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