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The rain has started coming down harder here, on this quiet mountain road clinging to the lower lip of the Borrowdale Valley. It blackens the pitted grey surface: its fissured shell twinkling, like iron ore, beneath the yellowed moon. Im not even of age to inherit the Holt. Indarin snatched Jerens sword from her hand and brought its point up to Fethans face. He gazed down the length of it. I dont need magic to deal with the likes of you. dc dating adventures Oh? Soyoull lead an attack on my home? Thats even better. Grey Holt attacks River Holt in my name, because that is how it will be seen, Vertigern. And, finding themselves under attack by another Holt, my people will rally around Gilliad. Perhaps hell call on allies of his own. Mountain Holt maybe. And then Grey Holt calls on North Holt and Mountain Holt calls on South Holt and so it goes, on and on, until war has engulfed all the Holtlands. Is that truly what you want?Any of you? Who? Stubborn. Leithen moved in a blur, his body transforming with anger, with rage. He charged, bull-like at Shan, but all the Shistra-Phail had to do was sidestep him, quick and deftly neat, avoiding him. Leithen swung back at him, ready to attack again, but Doria stepped between them, her hands raised. You shouldnt wander, little sister. I think your days are too empty. When youre married things will be fuller. He laughed and grabbed her, pulling her close. His hand rubbed her stomach, pressing in painfully and laughing when she yelped in horror. Your belly most of all. But not with Grey Holt seed, I think. We should keep what belongs to River Holt, here in River Holt. What do you think, Maldrine? Wouldnt she make a perfect wife? Thanks, she said, gasping. Missed my bus. Didnt know what Id do. Its so cold… Her voice, strange in the silence of the house, caused her to pause, startling in its depth. Samara had snuck out of the clothes store the moment her mum had vanished inside the changing rooms. She had clothes, why would she need even more? Not like they sold anything shed be interested in. She pictured the model shed based her painting upon, glowering from the pages of the metal magazines in leather corsets, tartan miniskirts, fishnets, and spiked jewellery. The mail order companies she represented, now there was a shopping experience Samara could get into…not that she had the money, or a credit card. Most of her clothing was bought from a stall in the indoor market, run by a creepy guy affectionately known as Sweaty Steve by his teenage customers. Metallica, Coal Chamber, Nirvana, Cradle, Tool…he stocked them all. Dodgy knock offs, but within her limited budget. He bowed his head and felt his heart break. He had to obey her command. She was Khains bride. And worse. She was his. Kelly had needed new underwear. Brenda had thought this a quick job: just grab a cheap multipack on their way through. Her youngest had argued for something a little more…adult. Brenda, refusing to acknowledge the request, grabbed a pack of white briefs and quickly moved her on. Thank you. I continued to stare at the flower garden. In a few months, most of it would die, leaving behind patches of rotting leaves and stems. I wonder if thats what happened to my mother. She was beautiful, yet she just slowly died inside until nothing was left but rotten foliage. Are you two coppers or something? asks Violet, looking from one to the other. Then she grins. Do you smoke? Ive only got a few cigs left? Do you know anybody who might pop to the shop for us? Ill share if you do..