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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
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Eugenie, 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.
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Lucky Charms?” I asked. “Magically delicious,” he explained. “Requisite for any sort of building project.” I shook my head, still amazed at how he had managed to weasel his way over here. “This isn’t a date.” He cut me a scandalized look. Obviously. I’d bring Count Chocula for that.
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He shrugged. The same as any other. It's a way to make people feel better about themselves. Everyone likes feeling special. Being part of an elite group is a way to do that. But you weren't part of it? No need. I already know I'm special.
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There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone,” I said diplomatically. Unless that person turns your world upside down and makes you lose all self-control.
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And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.
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You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere.
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You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate.
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Shouldn't that be flipped right-side up? I asked. No, she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, You will destroy that which is undead. I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. Wait, that's it? She nodded. That's what the cards say to me.
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Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you? No No? No.
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Sydney, I'm so happy to see you again. If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know. And you must be Neil. Your majesty. Neil swept her a bow so low that his forehead touched the ground. Above him, Adrian rolled his eyes. Easy there, Lancelot, Adrian said. I don't think bowing is required when she's in jeans and bunny slipp
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I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured.
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What were you thinking? I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in? Adrian grinned. Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.
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Unbelievable, I said. First you wanted to hide her away to keep you alive. Now you actually want her out in the world to use her compulsion for your own psycho plans.
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Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.
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She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper. [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!
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I nearly dropped the plate I held. You've asked me out tons of times. Not really. I've made inapproprite suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date. And, if memory serves, you did say you'd give me a fair chance once I let you clean out my trust fund. I didn't clean it out, I scoffed.
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We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
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The Guardians wouldn't abandon the last Dragomir. And I wouldn't have abandoned Lissa even if there were a million Dragomirs.
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Adrian suddenly made an abrupt turn onto a side street we'd nearly driven past. I jerked upright as he clipped the curb. What are you doing? Think about your tires!
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Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?
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