That's what humanity is: a series of successes and failures, a testing of one's own nature and aptitude. Neither the body nor the soul can sustain such a state. Eventually it consumes a person
Richelle MeadPlus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.
Richelle MeadIf you want some adviceโwhich I'm sure you don'tโyou guys should lay off on the magic. Christian still thinks you're moving in on Lissa." "What?" he asked in mock astonishment. "Doesn't he know my heart belongs to you?" "It does not. And no, he's still worried about it, despite what I've told him." "You know, I bet if we started making out right now, it would make him feel better." "If you touch me," I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the opportunity to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how badass you really are.
Richelle MeadMark glanced at his watch and sighed. "Look, I have to go, but I'm serious, Rose. Stay here. Stay out of trouble. Fight Strigoi if they come to you, but don't go seeking them blindly. And definitely leave the ghosts alone. " It was a lot of advice to get in a grocery store, a lot of advice I wasn't sure I could follow.
Richelle MeadIf I was drunk, I wouldnโt be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians.โ โWhite what?โ I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. โItโs a drink,โ he said. โYouโd think I wouldnโt be into something named thatโyou know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But theyโre surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.
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