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We cannot road trip to Paris.
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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No, but ... But I had felt something from another person. Someone who spent time with Alec. The last card in my head flipped over. I know who it is. It's him. That guy. Of course, said Carter dryly. I knew it was that guy. It's always that guy.
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Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.
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Oh God, I said. I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.
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I’ve come to ask you where Seth is.” Funny,” said Andrea. “We were going to ask you the same thing.” I was taken aback. “How would I know?” They both just stared. I don’t!
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I don't want to. Believe me. But I can't help it. Rose said in time, I'll learn the control to keep his feelings out, but I can't do it now. And he has so much, Sydney. So much feeling. He feels everything so strongly— love, grief, anger. His emotions are up and down, all over the place. What happened between him and Rose . . . it tears him apart.
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No, I can just read you. Finally. I can't believe how blind I was. I can't believe I never noticed. Victor's comment...he was right. She glanced off at the sunset, then turned her gaze back on me. A flash of anger, both in her feelings and her eyes, hit me. Why didn't you tell me? she cried. Why didn't you tell me you loved Dimitri?
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Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits.
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Wow. I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god. He blinked. What? Uh, nothing.
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Not me. Give me honesty anytime.
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ʺWe need someone to get the roomʹs attention,ʺ I said. ʺSomeone not afraid to make a spectacle—I mean, besides me, of course.ʺ
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You’re killing me here, Sage!” “I’m not doing anything.” “Exactly my point.
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Good God. Men everywhere.
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The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.
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No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza.
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Is he... is Dimitri a Strigoi? Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded. My heart shattered. My world shattered.
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Yeah? Can you draw a skeleton riding a motorcycle with flames coming out of it? And I want a pirate hat on the skeleton. And a parrot on his shoulder. A skeleton parrot. Or maybe a ninja skeleton parrot? No, that would be overkill. But it'd be cool if the biker skeleton could be shooting some ninja throwing stars. That are on fire.
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I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups
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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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Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.
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