Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave the world. I was still in it, barely, and as I looked up from the ashes, everything around me seemed so sweet and so beautiful. The trees. The stars. The moon. I was alive -- and I was glad I was.
Richelle MeadBesides, I could hardly complain to the administration that I was being forced to learn magic.
Richelle MeadIn an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.
Richelle MeadSydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table.
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