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Love Is Rarely Flawless,” Carter Pointed Out. “humans Delude Themselves By Thinking It Has To Be. It Is The Imperfection That Makes Love Perfect.

You Make A Joke Out Of Everything. Life’s Too Painful Not To.

She Didnʹt Know If She Could Carry On By Herself, But Then, She Realized That If This Wasnʹt A Dream—and Dear God, Did It Feel Real—there Was No Magic ʺstopʺ In Real Life. If She Couldnʹt Deal With Loneliness In A Dream, She Never Would Be Able To While Waking.

You're A Dhampir," I Breathed. "so Are You." He Teased. "yeah, But I Just Thought—" "that I Was Human? Because Of The Bite Marks?" "yeah." I Admitted, No Point In Lying. "we All Have To Survive," He Said "and Dhamphirs Are Good At Figuring Ways Out To.

The Other Problem In My Life Is Dimitri. He's The One Who Killed Natalie, And He's A Total Badass. He's Also Pretty Good-looking. Okay—more Than Good-looking. He's Hot—like, The Kind Of Hot That Makes You Stop Walking On The Street And Get Hit By Traffic.