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Heat of the Night (Out of Uniform #5) The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (The Chronicles of Narnia #1)

Then I run to the back of the house, Skye on my heels, and bang on bedroom doors.

Amren traced a finger along the rim of her goblet, her red-tinted nail gleaming as bright as the blood inside. They never dared ask me that, either.Because it is not polite to ask—and they are afraid.

UnSouled (Unwind Dystology #3)

Amren held Nestas stare, and my sister did not balk. Did not flinch.We are the same, you and I, Amren said.I wasnt sure I was breathing. Through the bond, I wasnt sure Rhys was, either.

Misbehaving (Sea Breeze #6)

Not in flesh, not in the thing that prowls beneath our skin and bones … Amrens remarkable eyes narrowed. But … I see the kernel, girl. Amren nodded, more to herself than anyone. You did not fit—the mold that they shoved you into. The path you were born upon and forced to walk. You tried, and yet you did not, could not, fit. And then the path changed. A little nod. I know—what it is to be that way. I remember it, long ago as it was.Nesta had mastered the Faes preternatural stillness far more quickly than I had. And she sat there for a few heartbeats, simply staring at the strange, delicate female across from her, weighing the words, the power that radiated from Amren … And then Nesta merely said, I dont know what youre talking about.

Amrens red lips parted in a wide, serpentine smile. When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.

A shiver slithered down my skin.I was on my feet again, reaching for a weapon I did not have. My daggers had been lost forty feet away.

Cassian got past Eriss guard with brutal efficiency. And Eris screamed as the Illyrian blade punched through his gut.Blood, red as rubies, stained the ice and snow.

The Urth of the New Sun (The Book of the New Sun #5)

For a heartbeat, I saw how it would play out: three of Berons sons dead at our hands. A temporary satisfaction for me, five centuries of satisfaction for Cassian, Azriel, and Mor, but if Beron still debated what side to support in this war …I had other weapons to use.

The word was a soft, cold command.And Azriel and Cassian obeyed.

Luciens other two brothers were back-to-back, bloody and gaping. Lucien himself was panting, sword still raised, as Azriel flicked the blood off his own blade and stalked toward me.I met the hazel eyes of the shadowsinger. The cool face that hid such pain—and kindness. He had come. Cassian had come.

The Illyrians fell into place beside me. Eris, a hand pressed to his gut, was breathing wetly, glaring at us.Glaring—then considering. Watching the three of us as I said to Eris, to his other two brothers, to the sentries on the shore, You all deserve to die for this. And for much, much more. But I am going to spare your miserable lives.

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