A gun I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought. Iโd spent my life focusing on hand to hand combat, learning to dodge fangs and powerful hands that could snap my neck. A gun? It was soโฆ well, easy. Should I be insulted? I didnโt know. Did it matter? I didnโt know that either. All I knew in that moment was that I was going to die, regardless.
Richelle MeadDidnโt understand love? Was she crazy? If she only knew what Iโd sacrificed for Dimitri, what Iโd done to be where I was now . . . all for love. She was the one who couldnโt understand. Love wasnโt a fling in a back room at a party. It was something you lived and died for.
Richelle MeadAdrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?" He shrugged. "I like fondue.
Richelle MeadEugenie, my sweet, your outraged protests are adorable, but they only continue to slow us down. If you want me to help you, then let me. If you don't, then take me to one of those places where human women wear revealing clothing and quickly lose their virtue through alcohol.
Richelle MeadDimitri: "I also have a feeling your mother's going to have one ugly conversation with me." Rose: "You're about to go face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of?" Dimitri: "She's a force to be reckoned with. Where do you think you got it from?" Rose: "It's a wonder you bother with me then." Dimitri: "You're worth it, believe me.
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