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The truth, huh? No one wants to hear the truth. The truth is never sexy. But you... You are too goddamned sexy to be real. -Christian to Lissa

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Lissa
Sexy
Wants
Hear
Christian
Truth
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Goddamned

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That was Sydney Sage, said Lissa. I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose? That, said Abe darkly, is an excellent question. Because they were apparently kidnapping Jill Mastrano in Detroit, said Christian. Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.
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Even when I was dizzy with vodka, that smile never failed to make my heart speed up.
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I wanted someone a little more approachable, I explained. What, like Captain McTropicalShorts back there? Where on earth did you find him anyway? Just did an Internet search. Feeling a need to defend my research, I added, He comes highly recommended. By who? Long John Silver?
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Who... who are you?' I asked at last. It was true. I had left a body in the park, but seriously, what was I supposed to do? Drag him back to my hotel and tell my bellhop my friend had had too much to drink?
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You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes. -Dimitri to Rose
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My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.
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Only what?” I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. “Only… more human.” And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. “Get out,” I said.
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And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless young girls.
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She didnʹt know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasnʹt a dream—and dear God, did it feel real—there was no magic ʺstopʺ in real life. If she couldnʹt deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.
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Seth and I had broken up twice and while I usually accepted that he had moved on, I knew that I would love him forever. For me, forever was a serious matter - Georgina about
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No,''he said.''I was a Strigoi. I was one of them. I did...terrible things.'' The words were mild, but the tone of his voice spoke legions. The radiant faces of his family turned sober.''I was lost. Beyond hope. Except...Rose believed in me. Rose never gave up.
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We can't stop living because other people are dead.
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Tradition or not, I sometimes thought putting children on an old guy’s lap was already creepy enough. We didn’t need to mix alcohol into it.
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Oh, he said to Kiyo, voice completely devoid of emotion. I see. It's your turn again.
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A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.
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Even if I’d been wide awake, I knew Dimitri would’ve taken my suitcase anyway. That’s how he was, a lost remnant of chivalry in the modern world, ever-ready to help others.
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I’m sorry ma’am,” I said. Really, I had no idea what else to say. I’d spent the weekend caught up in an epic battle to save humanity, and now… jean shorts?
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And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.
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Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together.” “No,” I said. “No?” “We’re, uh, not in West Virginia.
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I nodded. Yup. What I did was tantamount to treason in their eyes. I don't know what 'tantamount' means, but it sounds pretty serious.
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