I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.
Richelle MeadTags: adrian-ivashkov
Hey, how come you told those
girls your name was Jet?”
“Standard practice if you don’t want
chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation
here.”
“Yeah, but why Jet? Why not . . . I
don’t know . . . Travis or John?”
Adrian gave me a look that said I was
wasting his time. “Because Jet sounds
badass.
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Hey, how come you told those
girls your name was Jet?”
“Standard practice if you don’t want chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation
here.”
“Yeah, but why Jet? Why not . . . I
don’t know . . . Travis or John?”
Adrian gave me a look that said I was
wasting his time. “Because Jet sounds
badass.
Never thought my biggest cheerleader would be someone who thought I was evil and unnatural.
Richelle MeadTags: adrian-ivashkov
You’re a terrible liar, Sage, but I’m still touched you’d attempt it for my
sake. A for effort.
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You’re a solid person, Sage. You’re easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.
Richelle MeadTags: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
Adrian: Do you smell that?"
Sydney: “I smell the paint, and . . . wait . . . is that pine?”
Adrian: “Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don’t do manual labor.
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Rose," said my mother. For once in my life, she sounded unsure about herself. Scared, maybe. "Mia said you wanted to see me." I didn't answer. I didn't look at her. "What...what do you need?" I didn't know what I needed. I didn't know what to do. The stinging in my eyes grew unbearable, and before I knew it, I was crying. Big, painful sobs seized my body. The tears I'd held back so long poured down my face. The fear and grief I'd refused to let myself feel finally burst free, burning in my chest. I could scarcely breathe. My mother put her arms around me, and I buried my face in her chest, sobbing even harder. "I know," she said softly, tightening her grip on me. "I understand.
Richelle MeadTags: rose-hathaway guardian-hathaway
Stay back,"I warned. "Stay away from him." They kept coming. "Stay back!" I yelled. They stopped. Except for one. "Rose," came a soft voice. "Drop the sword." My hands shook. I swallowed. "Get away from us." "Rose." The voice spoke again, a voice that my soul would have known anywhere. Hesitantly, I let myself finally become aware of my surroundings, let the details sink in. I let my eyes focus on the features of the man standing there. Dimitri's brown eyes, gentle and firm, looking down on me. "It's okay," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." My hands shook even harder as I fought to hold on to the hilt. "I can't." The words hurt coming out. "I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." " you have," said Dimitri. The sword fell out of my hands, landing with a clatter on the wooden floor. I followed, collapsing on all fours, anything to cry but unable to. Dimitri's arms wrapped around me as he helped me up. Voices swarmed around us, and one by one, I recognised people I knew and trusted.
Richelle MeadTags: dead rose-hathaway mason dimitri-belikov
..Sage is convinced one extraneous calorie will make her go from super skinny to just
regular skinny. Tragedy.
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