I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings.
Dimitri... was not a Strigoi.
And he was weeping. (Richelle Mead)

I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings. Dimitri... was not a Strigoi. And he was weeping.

Richelle Mead

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