I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings. Dimitri...was not a Strigoi. And he was weeping.
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 MeadThere was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
Richelle MeadWell. Like I said, I dont want to fight anymore. I dont want us to hate each other. And ... well ... I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them. No matter how I fee about us ... I want you to be happy
Richelle MeadI had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?
Richelle Mead