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557 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2010
before you read this on. They are a duo.And even though the boarding-house's grounds gave him plenty of room to maneuver, [Ranon] didn't want to be caught alone with the witch who brought Cassidy's family to Eyota. The Gray-Jeweled Queen was intimidating enough, but she had stayed inside with Cassidy. Surreal SaDiablo was a long step past scary as far as he and all the other men were concerned, and she had been prowling the house and ground—and the village.But really, the inclusion of all the Sceltie scenes almost made up for that lack of character conflict:
*My human doesn't want me!*Poor Khollie.
Ranon's face heated as the other men watched with amusement. He hated himself for feeling the tiniest bit of shame, but that didn't change the truth. Khollie was different. There was a sweetness to him that wasn't about his being younger than the other Scelties, or just a trait of personality. He'd seen children who had a similar kind of sweetness. They weren't the same as other children. Weren't quite right.As well as physical:
Not that Khollie wasn't a bright boy. He was. He needed things explained carefully, but only one time. And he did wear a Tiger Eye Jewel.
"There was nothing you could have done before—or could have done now—to change this," Jaenelle said gently. "The babe didn't form right. It couldn't survive, so Marian's body released it. A simple and natural thing, despite how much the heart hurts because of it."I find this fascinating. I also find fascinating that the scenes of Marian's miscarriage of her and Lucivar's second child included the tiny information detail that Nurian, the young Eyrien Healer who had been mentioned in a previous book as a love interest of Falonar, is still around and living with her sister, Jillian. And Falonar is strongly hinted has having become dead, by the way, although this topic is touched on only thrice in just two scenes in the whole book:
"Not all Eyriens view honor as something they can bend to suit them themselves," Lucivar said [to Daemon] cautiously.
Falonar. The name of Lucivar's former second-in-command wasn't spoken, but it hung in the air between them.
"I'm going to be your second-in-command." Something fierce and feral flashed in those green-gold eyes. "A second-in-command you can trust to guard your back."
[Surreal and Daemon] didn't speak the name. They didn't need too.
"One question. Does Lucivar have to worry about Falonar coming up behind him in any way?"
Ice ran through his blood, and he knew his gold eyes had turned glazed and sleepy. No one else had dared ask that question. Not even Lucivar. A few weeks ago, before she had spent time with the Dea al Mon, Surreal wouldn't have dared ask that question either.
He smiled at here—a cold, brutally gentle smile—and the Sadist said too softly, "No one has to worry about Falonar anymore."