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“ Hey, he's awesome. A little unstable, but awesome. We got along great. Adrian opened the door to the building we were seeking. And he's a badass in his way too. I mean, any other guy who wore scarves like that? He'd be laughed out of this school. Not Abe. He'd beat someone almost as badly as you would. In fact... Adrian's voice turned nervous. I gave him a surprised look.In fact what?Well...Abe said he liked me. But he also made it clear what he'd do to me if I ever hurt you or did anything bad. Adrian grimaced. In fact, he described what he'd do in very graphic detail. Then, just like that, he switched to some random, happy topic. I like the guy, but he's scary. ”

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Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.

~ Richelle Mead

Stop fighting me! he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.“Let go of me!” I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again.See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. I will always love you.Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.That’s what I was supposed to say. . .” he gasped out.Those were his last words.

~ Richelle Mead

What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?

~ Richelle Mead

Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?

~ Richelle Mead