“
You're not dying today, Freckles," he said with a grunt. When they were on the ledge, he thumbed the dip in her waist. "If he won't save you, I will.
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― Honey in Her Veins
― Honey in Her Veins
“
Wendell marched down a winding path in the mountainside--- he must have conjured it himself--- to engage the elder horsemen in a square of meadow tucked between two crags. I don't know if it was some inane faerie custom or simply the custom of the horsemen, but the one who appeared to be their leader--- judging by the size of his horse and the number of scars he bore--- stepped forward as if to challenge Wendell to single combat. Wendell, still with that calm detachment, somehow cut out the beas
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― Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands
― Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands
