Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.
Richelle MeadCulinary science? You elected culinary science? That's the most brainless class ever. -Rose to Christian
Richelle MeadThe problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.
Richelle MeadWell, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.
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