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Rhyshladlyn felt the wards snap like glass breaking around him as he leapt over the wall. He grinned as the City let out a sharp note of elation, every single golden surface glowing with a brilliance that sent several Shiranites scrambling for cover effectively keeping his arrival hidden. It also kept anyone from noticing the way …

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"You have some mighty big balls, I will give you that." She glanced at Xheshmaryú and snickered. "So I've been told." "Your mate must be one lucky, happy male," the Other added with a cheeky grin as he slipped his hands nonchalantly into the pockets of his pants and leaned sideways at her, wiggling his …

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Bayls watched from one of the outlying sand dunes that surrounded Shiran City as Rhyshladlyn ran full tilt towards the City with nothing as far as armor save the breeches that made him decent. She marveled at the power in each looping stride, with each bunching and relaxing of his back muscles and the muscles …

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It sounded like rain was falling plop, plop, plip plip plop-plop but he knew that wasn't possible. He was inside and it couldn't rain inside stone walls. But that was all his overworked, cracking mind could conjure up as an answer for what that sound was. It didn't care for his logical argument against it, all it cared about was …

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Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe ou-- In the moments that it took for time to resettle back into its proper speed, he wracked his brain for a way to deal with the eight Dhaoine rushing towards him, to stop them before they could collide with him. Because they wouldn't …

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She prayed in her native tongue for the first time since the day she'd killed Azriel's wife and son. She prayed as she watched Rhyshladlyn's blood arc through the air and flow in a river down the front of his body to soak the sands at his feet. She prayed as she watched Relyt wail and slam …

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He screamed until he felt his vocal chords tear. He screamed until he was choking on the blood pushed up from his punctured lung and the pieces of his destroyed throat. He screamed until he stopped making any sound. And still he screamed. He screamed to the Currents. He screamed to the Winds. He screamed …

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