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Why does it have to be so cut-and-dried? In your view, I either have to hate them or be in league with them. There’s a middle ground, you know. I can still be loyal to the Alchemists and on friendly terms with vampires and dhampirs.
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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