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Her brother shuddered beside her. His voice was cold, distant.He let you love him. It would have amused him, to see such a creature falling in love outside her race, her kind. But he knew it was only an amusement. She didnt. She thought there was so much more. It got weird. Dale pushed his glasses further up his nose and squinted at the painting. I dont get it. Samara wondered: what came first? He held out his hand.You need some rest, and so do I. We need to be ready to change our plans when Christian calls. [ i_001.jpg] He raises his glass, toasting his sister. Saint Serendipity - always willing to blow-dry a drowned rat. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of both the publisher and author. Its a matter of honour, Indarin, said Lara, her tone sharp. Cant you see that? Would you die for her?Christian might have, but Joshua wont. Hes living for one thing, and thats to kill me. Samara tried to look down, expecting steel points, glistening with blood, to be poking from her chest. Perhaps her legs were nothing more than stumps, ragged with sawn meat, dripping on the floor, sounding like a rainy day. Yes, Ariah replied, her voice still calm. And with less wild passion. I must hear her side of things too, Lara. Desire aside, if she felt the need for a bound guardian, there is no warrior to match Shan. In the cold light of logic, she picked the prime candidate. Then Ariah met Jerens eyes again and her voice softened. “But I will grant you that cold logic is not always the best way to make decisions. Jeren, I must meditate and pray on all this. Ylandra and Shan must be found and must speak. And you and I…” Because she asked me. She didnt want to become— They were torturing her, Indarin. They would never stop. And she was already changed. She knew it, as did I. What do you mean? the Ariah snapped. A face gazed back, eyes impossibly bright in the darkness, and a grin dangerous in its recklessness.Shan? Are they all right? Are my family there? The small painting was marred by grimy brown slashes, like streaks of rust. No more. He blamed us, said we helped her, and would betray him with the intention of putting her on the throne. So he made a pact with the Fell and they came and took us away. Here. Into the darkness. The girl beams in a delayed response to the strangers crude come on, her mouth stretching wide, slender jaw dropping towards her chest. Violet lowers her head. Folds her lips in on themselves and tries again. How to start? What to say?Dear God? Dear Lord? Our Father? She wants to scream, and cry and take a hammer to something beautiful. Nancy boy? asks Rowan, breaking into a smile. Can you hear yourself? How old are you? Better than what? asks Violet, intrigued..