I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings.
Dimitri...was not a Strigoi.
And he was weeping.

Author: Richelle Mead

I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings.<br />Dimitri...was not a Strigoi.<br />And he was weeping. - Richelle Mead

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