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The face of the girl fills the screen in all her horrific glory. The first full reveal, and an effective jump scare as the creature screeches and— Well, well, well, she begins, wincing into the rain. You are still alive, are you not? she snapped.If I intended to kill you, Shanith Al-Fallion, you would be dead. The Ariah feels that we should agree to support Jerens claim to River Holt, that she should indeed take her brothers place as its ruler. Yes, maam. Shan stood in a small hollow out of sight of the camp and its patrols. In the moonlight he might have been a statue, so pale and finely sculpted did he appear. Jerens throat made a small whimper and she ran, tearing across the space between them in a mad dash. Shan bristled.What did he do? Lady Jeren, are you ready? Her escort of five guards stood waiting for her. Jeren dug her fingers into the balcony rail. Sharon: Read this book on a cold night with a blanket over your legs, your favorite beverage by your side, perhaps your own furry friend nearby….Long is a master at characterization. Deep characterization, in a short book. Madness, longing, love, desperation, motivation, hurt, betrayal–its all there for each primary character. Holter guards passed in pairs, sentries. More of them now. They circled the Feyna section of the camp. Gilliad kissed her cheek, leaning over her shoulder. His lips brushed her earlobe as he pulled back. Call a Seer, Ariah said. Im afraid so. He just confessed. Ylandra had betrayed Shan. And now she was potentially to do the same thing. It is. I need you to leak the information to the media that Dakota Dale is in town. Make sure you add that shell be working the Angelina Clark case with me. Gabriel grinned. Start with Rowena Sparks. With her mouth, word will spread fast. Sorry if I loomed up on you. she says, looking embarrassed. Im not one of those nosy neighbours. She grimaces, as if theres something unpleasant under her tongue. “Thats not true. That’s a total lie. I am one of those nosy neighbours – I just don’t mean to be. I swear, I maybe look out the window half a dozen times a day and they always seem to be times when there’s something going on – not that very much goes on around here anyway.” She gestures at the table and Rowan sinks onto a chair, his damp trousers feeling vile against his legs. Im curious. If Angelina Clark hadnt been murdered, how did you plan on getting me here?.