Author of quotes: Rachel Foreign. Page 2

Wrestling and sex by its nature is not so different. Both come from the beast that is in each of us.

And I went with a sole purpose - to kill the man she loved.

Well, it's a paradox. Stories are born in my head, but my inner self powered external. A kind of symbiosis. Stories will not appear without life experience. Jealousy. Love. Lust. Anger. Suffering. All that sort of thing.

No matter how much you believe in yourself, no matter how you think you are careful, it gradually gets out of control.

Love is... the flame in the darkness. A whiff of warmth in the winter night. It is the star that will lead you home.

With the one you love, you can be anywhere and it will be amazing. But if you're with someone you don't like, it will not save the most luxurious bed in the world.

There's nothing worse than waiting, not knowing what will happen next. Your own imagination may be deadlier any jailer.

I can not believe that in the eighteenth birthday I magically instantly become a grown-up.

The young often don't realize how much their in all respects superior to the more experienced.

All his bravado disappeared. It's one thing to ruffle in a normal situation, and quite another when you hold the scruff of really cool, really tall and really pissed off Russian guy.

- To be honest, I think our leaders should be elected by popular vote. Every Moroi should have the right to vote, not just a handful of elite families.
Be careful, Princess, - he teased, Lissa, Christian, taking her by the arm. - With such statements start the revolution. Not all at once, okay?

The day of the 24th. The situation is getting worse. My captors continue to invent new and more terrible suffering. In between work agent Scarlett all day studying samples of fabrics for wedding dresses and continuously says how nice it will look in a particular outfit. This usually provokes the agent Boring Borscht to regale us with stories of Russian weddings that are even more boring than his usual stories. My attempts to escape ruthlessly suppressed. Besides, I ran out of cigarettes. Tobacco any humanitarian help from you will be received with profound gratitude
Prisoner 24601.

- Nominate Princess Vasilisa Dragomir.
Lissa's head jerked to the left, and looking through her eyes, I recognized a familiar figure. Tasha Of The Lake. She spoke loudly and confidently, handling the sides look icy-blue eyes as if daring anyone to oppose.
The room froze. No whispering, no creaking of chairs - just absolute silence. Judging by their expressions, the second level produced shocks was the candidate of the family of a Lake; the first, of course, Lissa.
Nathan didn't react.
- It's not...
Suddenly stood up sitting next to Lissa with Christian.
- I nominate her second.
And before he could sit as Adrian stood up.
And I third.

- I have seen videos of your adventures in the "Hour of magic." And partly also why they suspected you. This thing completely in your spirit. Sidney paused. The guy with you... the tall Moroi with dark hair... is that your boyfriend?
- Well... Yes.
- Cute. - This recognition is clearly cost her enormous effort.
- Cute for the evil creatures of the night?
- Of course.