Just Friends, Just Friends. Standing There In

Anyone Who Takes A Hit For Adrian Ivashkov Deserves Some Credit.

Wasn’t That Kind Of The Basis Of Passion? I Didn’t Know That Either. The Only Thing I Knew For Sure Was That This Kiss Had Been A Lot Like The Last One. Nice, But It Didn’t Blow Me Away. My Heart Sank. There Was Something Wrong With Me. Everyone Was Always Going On About How Socially Inept I Was. Did It Extend To Romance As Well? Was I So Cold That I’d Spend My Life Never Feeling Anything?

I’d Said It Before And Meant It: Alive Or Undead, The Love Of My Life Was A Badass.

But Also... Well, You And I Will Both Be Lissa's Gaurdians Someday. I Need To Protect Her At All Cost. If A Pack Of Strogoi Come, I Need To Throw My Body Between Them And Her." "i Know That. Of Course That's What You Have To Do." The Black Sparkles Were Dancing In Front Of My Eyes Again. I Was Fading Out. "no. If I Let Myself Love You, I Won't Throw Myself In Front Of Her. I'll Throw Myself In Front Of You.

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?