Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things— — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Well he didn't treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things." "Like..." I hesitated. "Blood-whore things?" "Like beating-her-up kinds of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Hey, Ivashkov! Open up. " Avery argued. She kept pounding on the door and yelling, and finally, Adrian answered. His hair stuck… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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“She reached out and touched the bright colors of the cashmere scarf, her face filled with wonder as much as shock. "This… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Jesus," I said. "That was bad." Seth looked startled—and then hurt. "Bad?" "No, not performance bad—more like dirty, wicked bad. The kind… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask. He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to burn in… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,” Peter explained, “but that we should go ahead and draw for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I watched, enthralled, as he painted a large silver heart with flames edging one side. The whole design was Celtic in style. It was… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I loved Aeson. You have no idea what love is.” “Oh, I do. I know that it’s the best high and the worst hurt… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Is it true? You had a clean getaway and risked it all for me?" I Swallowed. "It wouldn't have been a clean getaway without… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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