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Chapter 42
Chapter 42 I was not frightened. Not of the role that Rhys had asked me to play today. Not of the roaring wind as we winnowed into a familiar, snow-capped mountain range refusing to yield to spring’s awakening kiss. Not of the punishing drop as Rhys flew us between the peaks and valleys, swift and sleek. Cassian and Azriel flanked us; Mor would meet us at the gates to the mountain base. Rhys’s face was drawn, his shoulders tense as I gripped them. I knew what to expect, but … even after he’d told… -
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Chapter 41
Chapter 41 We were mostly silent during the flight and winnowing to Velaris. Amren was already waiting in the town house, her clothes rumpled, face unnervingly pale. I made a note to get her more blood immediately. But rather than gather in the dining or sitting room, Rhys strolled down the hall, hands in his pockets, past the kitchen, and out into the courtyard garden in the back. The rest of us lingered in the foyer, staring after him—the silence radiating from him. Like the calm before a… -
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Chapter 40
Chapter 40 The mortal queens were a mixture of age, coloring, height, and temperament. The eldest of them, clad in an embroidered wool dress of deepest blue, was brown-skinned, her eyes sharp and cold, and unbent despite the heavy wrinkles carved into her face. The two who appeared middle-aged were opposites: one dark, one light; one sweet-faced, one hewn from granite; one smiling and one frowning. They even wore gowns of black and white—and seemed to move in question and answer to each other. I… -
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Chapter 39
Chapter 39 “Do you think you can decode it once we get the other half?” I said to Amren, lingering by the front door of her apartment the next afternoon. She owned the top floor of a three-story building, the sloped ceiling ending on either side in a massive window. One looked out on the Sidra; the other on a tree-lined city square. The entire apartment consisted of one giant room: the faded oak floors were covered in equally worn carpets, furniture was scattered about as if she constantly moved it… -
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Chapter 38
Chapter 38 Amren took the Book to wherever it was she lived in Velaris, leaving the five of us to eat. While Rhys told them of our visit to the Summer Court, I managed to scarf down breakfast before the exhaustion of staying up all night, unlocking those doors, and very nearly dying hit me. When I awoke, the house was empty, the afternoon sunlight warm and golden, and the day so unusually warm and lovely that I brought a book down to the small garden in the back. The sun eventually shifted, shading the… -
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Chapter 37
Chapter 37 “NO!” Amren screamed, at the door in an instant, her fist a radiant forge as she slammed it into the lead—once, twice.And above—the rush and gargle of water tumbling downstairs, filling the chamber—No, no, no—I reached the door, sliding the box into the wide inside pocket of my leather jacket while Amren’s blazing palm flattened against the door, burning, heating the metal, swirls and whorls radiating out through it as if they were a language all her own, and then—The door burst… -
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Chapter 36
Chapter 36 The following day was torture. Slow, unending, hot-as-hell torture.Feigning interest in the mainland as I walked with Tarquin, met his people, smiled at them, grew harder as the sun meandered across the sky, then finally began inching toward the sea. Liar, thief, deceiver—that’s what they’d call me soon.I hoped they’d know—that Tarquin would know—that we’d done it for their sake.Supreme arrogance, perhaps, to think that way, but … it was true. Given how quickly Tarquin and… -
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Chapter 35
Chapter 35 Two days passed. Every moment of it was a balancing act of truth and lies.Rhys saw to it that I was not invited to the meetings he and Amren held to distract my kind host, granting me time to scour the city for any hint of the Book.But not too eagerly; not too intently. I could not look too intrigued as I wandered the streets and docks, could not ask too many leading questions of the people I encountered about the treasures and legends of Adriata.Even when I awoke at dawn, I made myself wait… -
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Chapter 34
Chapter 34 Mercifully, there was no sound from his closed bedroom. And no sounds came out of it during that night, when I jolted awake from a nightmare of being turned over a spit, and couldn’t remember where I was.Moonlight danced on the sea beyond my open windows, and there was silence—such silence.A weapon. I was a weapon to find that book, to stop the king from breaking the wall, to stop whatever he had planned for Jurian and the war that might destroy my world. That might destroy this place—and… -
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Chapter 33 We were given a suite of connecting rooms, all centered on a large, lavish lounge that was open to the sea and city below. My bedroom was appointed in seafoam and softest blue with pops of gold—like the gilded clamshell atop my pale wood dresser. I had just set it down when the white door behind me clicked open and Rhys slid in. He leaned against the door once he shut it, the top of his black tunic unbuttoned to reveal the upper whorls of the tattoo spanning his chest. “The problem,… - Previous 1 … 108 109 110 … 118 Next