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His eyes, I’d long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly seemed decent for a public setting.
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Sage, he said. What are you wearing? I sighed and stared down at the dress. I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it. Funny, he said. I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.
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His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
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But what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him, holding his hand, was a Moroi girl who looked about eleven but had to be older, unless he'd become a pedophile during our absence.
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Even I make mistakes. I put on my brash, overconfident face. I know it's hard to believe—kind of surprises me myself—but I guess it has to happen. It's probably some kind of karmic way to balance out the universe. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to have one person so full of awesomeness.
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Don't cut it, he said gruffly. But no one'll see my tattoos if I don't. Wear it up. -Dimitri, Rose, Dimitri
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Having your own, um, cave at eighteen is pretty cool.
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We all stared at the scoreboard in stunned silence. Only Carter was able to get anything out. That, he told Robert exuberantly, is how a bird in the hand gets up before the early worm. That doesn't make any sense, said Roger. Carter pointed at the scoreboard. Neither does that, but there you have it.
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Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. “Sorry” I’d probably freaked him out
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I think we got in more trouble with Aunt Tasha,ʺ said Christian. ʺShe was kind of pissed off that we didnʹt tell her what was going on. I think she probably wanted to blow up the statues herself.
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At long last, she gasped out, It’s Seth. What happened? I demanded. Is he okay? He ended it. Her crying renewed. He broke the engagement and told me it was over.
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Do you believe in fairy tales? What...what kind of fairy tales? The kind you aren't supposed to waste your life on.
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your eyes... they're beautiful.you're beautiful. *sigh*
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ʺThe contractʹs null and void, by the way.ʺ
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I unfolded the note, and it took me a few seconds to decipher Adrian’s writing. If he did write me a dating proposal, I really hoped he would type it.
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I don't believe in soul mates, not exactly. I think it's ridiculous to think there's only one person out there for us. What if your 'soul mate' lives in Zimbabwe? What if he dies young? I also think 'two souls becoming one' is ridiculous. You need to hold on to yourself. But I do believe in souls being in sync, souls that mirror each other.
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