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Books were a lot less messy than orgasms.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
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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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Where are you going? he asked. To break someone's heart, I replied.
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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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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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I had an accident. That seemes to happen a lot. It wasn't my fault. It never is. I just have bad luck. Or you're just trouble. You got a problem with that? No problem at all. Oh my God! Are you going to help or not?
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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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It was like having a genie. I'd only get so many wishes.
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I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.
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Honor, I thought. For real: the guardians should have taught it. Because I hadn't learned it.
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Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian
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Ah, well,ʺ said Abe, idly studying his fingertips. ʺI have it on good authority thereʹs going to be a new ‘gateʹ opening up soon over on the south side of the wall. The truth dawned on me. ʺOh lord. Youʹre the one whoʹs been doling out C4.ʺ ʺYou make it sound so easy,ʺ he said with a frown. ʺThat stuffʹs hard to get a hold of.
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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 realized I’m in love. It's always been right in front of me.
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Her eyes flicked over the cards, looked at Dimitri, then looked back at the cards. Her expression was blank. You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can. She pointed to the Wheel of Fortune card. The wheel is turning, always turning.
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Was Deirdre right about me purposely wanting relationships that were impossible?
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You're burned into my mind forever
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I can't wait until this show gets on the road, he said. You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories... The reference to ghost stories hit a little closer to home than I was comfortable with. Not that choosing curtains or brushing Christian's hair was much more appea
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Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you? He gave me his trademark bland stare. I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open. I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.
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The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. This is incredible, I heard Adrian murmur. Beyond my wildest dreams.
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This is insane, I said blankly. I'm the instrument of an all-powerful primordial deity's wave of chaos and destruction. That's kind of extreme said Dante jovially. It's not like you work for Google or anything.
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