"A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm."

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I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

— Richelle Mead