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506 pages, Paperback
First published May 9, 2017


I'd rather make a mistake than yield my destiny to someone else.
The phrasing annoyed Sage. As long as she was pretty and in a good mood, her husband would love her? People needed love most when they weren't at their best.
We each play several roles in life – that doesn’t make them all lies.
“Well, what do you think?” asked the Matchmaker.
Sage leaned back and made a face. “I don’t like her. She is spoiled, rude, and overbearing.”
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Darnessa rolled her eyes. “I can count the number of girls you’ve liked on one hand. She’s a Concordium candidate-of course she’s a spoiled brat. Have you learned nothing?”
Maybe that’s the reason for the showy cleavage. When she can’t keep up, she can use the hill scenery to keep suitors hypnotized.
The man nodded once from under his hood but said nothing. Kimisar were even darker than Demorans from Aristel, and this close he almost faded into the shadows. Swirling tattoos on his exposed forearms added to the shapeless effect.
Ash drew his brows together. He had the darker skin of an Aristelan as well as the nearly black hair. She’d never be able to match his color even if she stayed outdoors all summer, contrary to her aunt’s endless lectures on ruining her complexion.