You'd give up drinking to go see your dad?" "Well, not permanently," he said. "That'd be ridiculous. But maybe I could switch to something slightly cheaper for a while. Like...slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.
Richelle MeadYou were wrong. She really is the new general in town." I smiled back, hoping he wasn't aware of my body's reaction to us standing so close. "Maybe. But, it's okay. You can still be colonel." He arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you demote yourself? Colonel's right below general. What's that make you?" I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys I'd swiped when we'd come back inside. "The driver," I said.
Richelle MeadI decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov.
Richelle MeadI 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 MeadIt is terrifying,โ said Adrian. โAnd weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knowsโฆ well, part of you knows somethingโs not right. That your thinkingโs not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you canโt trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?
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