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What are you? An after school special?
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn't know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn't thrilled about either option.
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All right, I managed to say, just before I crumpled to the floor. Let's see what you've got.
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My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. What about them? The color, he breathed. When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those... He reached toward me but then pulled back. They're beautiful. You're beautiful.
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You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.
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...but Dimitri...well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me. Stay back, he ordered me. They aren't laying a hand on you.
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I look him in the eye. I will always love you.
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She has very strong ideas about family - ideas that probably sound kind of sexist to you. She believes all dhampirs should train and put in time as guardians, but that the women should eventually return home to raise their children together. But not the men? No, he said wryly. She thinks men still need to stay out there and kill Strigoi.
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In fact I was fairly certain there was no one in the entire world quite like Adrian Ivashkov.
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Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.
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If he wants to tell you, he'll tell you. End of story, Rose. Besides, you certainly keep your share of secrets too. You two have a lot in common. Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh. Okay. Maybe she had a point.
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What, are you doing? Aside from getting your sandwich cold. I’m making a snow angel. Don’t you know what that is? Yes, I know. But why? You must be freezing. Not so much, actually. My face is a little, I guess.
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There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
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Stick. I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. Stick. where? He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, why are you talking like that?
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I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.
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Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA? asked Adrian hopefully. Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let’s say, more open-minded ones?
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As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.
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I’d mentioned this odd wardrobe choice to Adrian a couple of weeks ago: “Isn’t Dimitri hot?” Adrian’s response hadn’t been entirely unexpected: “Well, yeah, according to most women, at least.
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Isaiah rolled his eyes. Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?
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Hey Rose, welcome back. You still breaking hearts? Are you volunteering? His grin widened. Let's hang out sometime and find out. If you ever get parole.
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Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?” The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.
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