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And after a while...I mean how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die.
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Love and Loyalty, run deeper than blood. Love that quote even though I haven't read the book.
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I nodded. Yup. What I did was tantamount to treason in their eyes. I don't know what 'tantamount' means, but it sounds pretty serious.
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Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.
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Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.
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And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.
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Indeed. That pony collection isn’t nearly complete,” Carter mused. When I dared a look back at him, I saw that the angel was smiling at me. “You see? You aren’t lost. No matter what happens to you, you have a plan. There’s still hope.
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Back to prison. Maybe if you fake a heart attack, I can make a break for it. (Rose Hathaway says to Lissa Dragomir)
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I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. I miss him so much. I'm sorry, she said. Will it ever get better? The question seemed to catch her by surprise. I...I don't know.
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Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.
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Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl. I felt my hackles going up. And don't interrogate me, old man.
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