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I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Love
Calculation
Calculations
Superstition
Superstitions
Beneath
Logic

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He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.
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Stick. I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. Stick. where? He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, why are you talking like that?
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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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Can't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something? Being charming is my hobby, said Adrian obstinately. I'm the life of the party— even without drinking. I wasn't meant to be alone.
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We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
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Another power I don't have, said Lissa ruefully. I grinned. Hey, I have yet to meet any spirit user who can throw a punch like you can. That was poetry in motion, Liss. She groaned.
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Good can still exist when bad things happen, just as evil persists when good things happen.” - Carter to Georgina
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Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit? I have always wanted to do that, said Carter gravely.
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Eugenie, my sweet, your outraged protests are adorable, but they only continue to slow us down. If you want me to help you, then let me. If you don't, then take me to one of those places where human women wear revealing clothing and quickly lose their virtue through alcohol.
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Rose: If you'd teach me to swear in Russian, I might have a new appreciation for it.Dimitri: You swear too much already.Rose: I just want to express myself.Dimitri: Oh, Roza… You express yourself more than anyone else I know.- Rose Hathaway & Dimitri Belikov (Frostbite)
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He was almost naked too, but I hadn't quite gotten to his boxers yet. (They were silk because, honestly what else would Adrian wear?)
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All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?
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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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Since when do we even play games?” “Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.” I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. “Hello, Carter.
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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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But I didn't know about the other story. What other story?” About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are— No, whatever you heard it’s not true. But it was really romantic Then it’s definitely not true.
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Weirdly, an image of Adrian’s Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.
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One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.
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