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I like you being the sinner you are. -Adrian Ivashkov

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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
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Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.
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Dimitri: Why did you come here? Rose: Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.
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Love and loyalty runs deeper than blood.
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the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.
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Poor Martin. Geek or no, committing his soul to eternal damnation was a helluva price to pay for six minutes.
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You're not as much of a lost cause as she was. I mean, with her, I had to overcome her deep, epic love with a Russian warlord. You and I just have to overcome hundreds of years' worth of deeply ingrained prejudice and taboo between our two races. Easy.
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If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.
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Can't you... I don't. Find a hobby or something? Being charming is my hobby.
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People often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.
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You're beautiful in battle. ... Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven. Funny. That is kind of why I'm here. Angels fall, Rose.
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Adrian was easily distractible by wacky topics and shiny objects.
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He stepped forward and punched Dorian in the face, hard enough that I heard a thwack. Ow, moaned Dorian, wincing from the pain. My greatest asset.
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The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.
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He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.
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No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza.
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Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.
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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.
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Back to prison. Maybe if you fake a heart attack, I can make a break for it. (Rose Hathaway says to Lissa Dragomir)
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And after a while...I mean how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die.
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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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