He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.
Richelle MeadThe question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.
Richelle MeadMy mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.
Richelle MeadGood God," I said. "This is the most stereotypical vampire food ever." "Only if it was raw. What do you think?" "It's good," I said reluctantly. Who knew that bacon would have made all the difference? "Really good. I think you have a promising future as a housewife while Lissa works and makes millions of dollars." "Funny, that's exactly my dream.
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