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I sat there for several moments, trying to decide how best I should respond. None of the advice I\'d gotten from the books or my friends really prepared me for how to handle discussions about alternative energy sources. One of the books - one I\'d chosen not to finish - had a decidedly male-centric view that said women should always make men feel important on dates. I suspected that Kristin and Julia\'s advice right now would have been to laugh and toss my hair - and not let the discussion progress. But I just couldn\'t do that. \

I sat there for several moments, trying to decide how best I should respond. None of the advice I'd gotten from the books or my friends really prepared me for how to handle discussions about alternative energy sources. One of the books - one I'd chosen not to finish - had a decidedly male-centric view that said women should always make men feel important on dates. I suspected that Kristin and Julia's advice right now would have been to laugh and toss my hair - and not let the discussion progress. But I just couldn't do that. "You're wrong," I said.

Wow, said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup? I have no words, I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. Want to try it out?

If I was drunk, I wouldn’t be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians. White what? I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. It’s a drink, he said. You’d think I wouldn’t be into something named that—you know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But they’re surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

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If you want some advice—which I'm sure you don't—you guys should lay off on the magic. Christian still thinks you're moving in on Lissa." "What?" he asked in mock astonishment. "Doesn't he know my heart belongs to you?" "It does not. And no, he's still worried about it, despite what I've told him." "You know, I bet if we started making out right now, it would make him feel better." "If you touch me," I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the opportunity to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how badass you really are.

The only way to lose a kingdom is if your power drops or..well, if you're killed." "I'm sure Volusian would love to help with that." My minion walked near me, needing no horse to move swiftly. Upon hearing his name, he said, "I would perform the deed with great relish and much suffering on your part, mistress." "You can't put a price on that kind of loyalty," I told Kiyo.

It was a lame excuse, and I knew that wasn't the reason he was canceling. If he wanted to avoid me, I would have preferred he made up something about how he and the other guardians had to up Moroi security or practice top-secret ninja moves.

What’s wrong? asked Seth, seeing my frown. That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on Casey. I think he’s one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid. Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.

But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch. It was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, the man I loved. Dimitri, the Strigoi I wanted to save. Dimitri, the monster I'd most likely have to kill. The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd move on. He was always with me, always on my mind, always making me question myself.

What\'s with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn\'t I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They\'re still killing me in group practice. \

What's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice. "Maybe you should hit harder.

Okay. Now you have to move your arms and legs. I know how to make a snow angel. Then do it! Otherwise, you’re more like a chalk outline at a police crime scene.

Love in the real world doesn’t usually work out the way stories make us think it should. We don’t always get fairy-tale endings. People split up and move on. Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you can’t love someone else. - Georgina to Brandy

What do you mean it wasn't anything? Didn't the earth move or the planets align or something? -Rose to Lissa on sleeping with Aaron

i will always love you." "no you won't. you'll move on. So will i.

Don't beat yourself up over what you could have or should have done. The past is gone. Move on to the future.

I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.

Adrian might be brash and impertinent, but he knew how to move. Maybe dance lessons had been part of growing up in an elite tier of Moroi society. Or maybe he was just naturally skilled at using his body. That kiss has certainly show a fair amount of talent.

You’re presumptuous and arrogant and a whole lot of other things if you think I’ve changed my mind. You see, that’s just it. There he was again, moving into my space. I think you like the ‘other things.

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You…you need to move on, I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. You need to find someone else. You know I don’t—that I can’t. Well, you know. You’re wasting your time with me. He remained firm. It’s my time to waste.

You…you need to move on, I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. You need to find someone else. You know I don’t—that I can’t. Well, you know. You’re wasting your time with me. He remained firm. It’s my time to waste.

Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.

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