Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered. by Richelle Mead

Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.

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I set off, off to kill the man I love. by Richelle Mead

I set off, off to kill the man I love.

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Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows. by Richelle Mead

Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.

But I did die once. (I don't recommend it.) by Richelle Mead

But I did die once. (I don't recommend it.)

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I... by Richelle Mead

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

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And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like de... by Richelle Mead

And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.

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There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

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Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

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I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

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Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.” “Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?” murmured Doug. “Well,” I told Doug, “I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.” Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. “Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I’d be Seth Mortensen’s love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.

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This is a, uh, friendship ring right?” “Yeah, don’t worry. If I propose, you’ll know it. For one thing, I’ll be hyperventilating.” A sly smile—surprisingly sexy—turned up his lips. “And it’ll be a ruby.” “Rubies? No diamonds? Too expensive for the old writer’s salary, huh?” He made a disparaging grunt at that. “No, I just think diamonds are common, that’s all. If I get married, it’ll be because something uncommon is occurring. Besides, you wear a lot of red, right? I know how important it is for your accessories to match.

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How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving. by Richelle Mead

How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving.

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I don't care," said Seth. "I would have done it. I would have sold my soul for you. You and me...I told you. Something's always going to keep us near each other...even if we aren't together.

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You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate. by Richelle Mead

You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate.

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Don't fight them anymore.I'm going to go with them." "No. I won't let them take you." "You have to," I begged. He was breathing hard, every part of him braced and ready to attack. We locked gazes, and a thousand messages seemed to flow between us as the old electricity crackled in the air.

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As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.

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He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.

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I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

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This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dr... by Richelle Mead

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.

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Rose,” he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, “I can think of many words to describe you, sexy and hot being at the top of the list. You know what’s not on the list? Sane.

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