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Chapter 53
CHAPTER 53 opens with a sense of warmth and light-heartedness as Mor stays the night, adding a touch of whimsy to an otherwise quiet moment. She has painted playful stick figures on the wall near the storeroom door—three women with long, flowing hair, humorously resembling herself, and three winged males depicted in a self-important manner. Every time the protagonist sees these figures, they can’t help but laugh, appreciating the humor and creativity that Mor has brought into the space. There’s a… -
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Chapter 52
CHAPTER 52 There was a deep, sunken tub in the floor of the mountain cabin—large enough to accommodate Illyrian wings. I filled it with water near-scalding, not caring how the magic of this house operated, only that it worked. Hissing and wincing, I climbed in. Three days without a bath and I could have wept at the warmth and cleanliness of it. No matter that I’d once gone weeks without one—not when drawing hot water for it in my family’s cottage had been more trouble than it was worth. Not when… -
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Chapter 51
CHAPTER 51 We slammed into freezing mud right outside the little stone house. I think he’d meant to winnow us into it, but his powers had given out. Across the yard, I spied Cassian—and Mor—at the window of the house, eating breakfast. Their eyes went wide, and then they were rushing for the door. “Feyre,” Rhys groaned, bare arms buckling as he tried to rise. I left him lying in the mud and stormed toward the house. The door flung open, and Cassian and Mor were sprinting for us, scanning every… -
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Chapter 50
CHAPTER 50 I slept beside him, offering what warmth I could, monitoring the cave entrance the entirety of the night. The beasts in the forest prowled past in an endless parade, and only in the gray light before dawn did their snarls and hissing fade. Rhys was unconscious as watery sunlight painted the stone walls, his skin clammy. I checked his wounds and found them barely healed, an oily sheen oozing from them. And when I put a hand on his brow, I swore at the heat. Poison had coated those arrows. And… -
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Chapter 49
CHAPTER 49 I awoke, warm and rested and calm. Safe. Sunlight streamed through the filthy window, illuminating the reds and golds in the wall of wing before me—where it had been all night, shielding me from the cold. Rhysand’s arms were banded around me, his breathing deep and even. And I knew it was just as rare for him to sleep that soundly, peacefully. What we’d done last night … Carefully, I twisted to face him, his arms tightening slightly, as if to keep me from vanishing with the morning… -
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Chapter 48
CHAPTER 48 Apparently, the nearby “inn” was little more than a raucous tavern with a few rooms for rent—usually by the hour. And, as it was, there were no vacancies. Save for a tiny, tiny room in what had once been part of the attic. Rhys didn’t want anyone knowing who, exactly, was amongst the High Fae, faeries, Illyrians, and whoever else was packed in the inn below. Even I barely recognized him as he—without magic, without anything but adjusting his posture—muted that sense of otherworldly… -
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Chapter 47
CHAPTER 47 If I wanted to escape, I could either face the stream or face them. But Lucien … His red hair was tied back, and there wasn’t a hint of finery on him: just armored leather, swords, knives … His metal eye roamed over me, his golden skin pale. “We’ve been hunting for you for over two months,” he breathed, now scanning the woods, the stream, the sky. Rhys. Cauldron save me. Rhys was too far back, and— “How did you find me?” My steady, cold voice wasn’t one I recognized.… -
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Chapter 46
Chapter 46 I was so cold I might never be warm again. Even during winter in the mortal realm, I’d managed to find some kernel of heat, but after nearly emptying my cache of magic that afternoon, even the roaring hearth fire couldn’t thaw the chill around my bones. Did spring ever come to this blasted place? “They pick these locations,” Cassian said across from me as we dined on mutton stew around the table tucked into the corner of the front of the stone house. “Just to ensure the strongest… -
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Chapter 45
Chapter 45 The Illyrian war-camp deep in the northern mountains was freezing.Apparently, spring was still little more than a whisper in the region.Mor winnowed us all in, Rhysand and Cassian flanking us.We had danced. All of us together. And I had never seen Rhys so happy, laughing with Azriel, drinking with Mor, bickering with Cassian. I’d danced with each of them, and when the night had shifted toward dawn and the music became soft and honeyed, I had let Rhys take me in his arms and dance with me,… -
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Chapter 44
Chapter 44 But despite the letter, despite the mess between us, as I gaped at the mirror an hour later, I couldn’t quite believe what stared back.I had been so relieved these past few weeks to be sleeping at all that I’d forgotten to be grateful that I was keeping down my food.The fullness had come back to my face, my body. What should have taken weeks longer as a human had been hurried along by the miracle of my immortal blood. And the dress …I’d never worn anything like it, and doubted I’d… - Previous 1 … 107 108 109 … 118 Next