Didn’t they teach you how to go about research in that school of yours?” “No. But I can recite ‘The Battle Hymn of the Republic’ while making martinis.” “I weep for the future.” “There’s where the martinis come in.

Так это была — жизнь? — скажу я смерти. — Ну что ж! Ещё раз!

Be not proud and mighty. Your worth changes when you are seen as  a reflection.

Lamia is goddess of some-some.” When Lamia scowled, Nïx shrugged. “I calls ’em like I sees ’em.

Written By Kresley Cole

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