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His eyes fell to the little bedside table, and her own gaze followed, pulse quickening. On it, beside a tin of wrapped malban, was the Jawarat. The sight of it brought on a wave of guilt, strangely detached and not entirely hers--as if it belonged to the Jawarat. What reason would the book have to feel guilty? She had done what it wanted. It had fulfilled its chaotic desires.
If anything, it should be gleeful.
— 18 hours, 14 min ago
If anything, it should be gleeful.
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Marsha
is on page 325 of 592
"Please," he whispered and begged. His compass. His queen. His life. "Don't go."
But death listened to one, not even the Amir al-Maut. And Nasir watched as her butterfly wings fluttered once, and Zafira Iskandar fell to the ground, a silver star driving the light from his world.
His yesterdays and his tomorrows, gone just like that.
— Feb 13, 2026 12:05PM
But death listened to one, not even the Amir al-Maut. And Nasir watched as her butterfly wings fluttered once, and Zafira Iskandar fell to the ground, a silver star driving the light from his world.
His yesterdays and his tomorrows, gone just like that.
Marsha
is on page 137 of 592
A small figure darted through the gates. Nasir's gauntlet blad pulsed against his wrist before he recognized the luminescent green shawl. Lana stopped in front of his horse, wide-eyed and out of breath.
Aya rushed to her. "What is it, little one?"
"A--a Sultan's Guard," she blustered.
Nasir was off his horse in an instant. If the man had even tried to touch her, he would lose his fingers, then his tongue.
— Feb 11, 2026 11:18AM
Aya rushed to her. "What is it, little one?"
"A--a Sultan's Guard," she blustered.
Nasir was off his horse in an instant. If the man had even tried to touch her, he would lose his fingers, then his tongue.
Marsha
is on page 121 of 592
Shame held her tongue, stopped her from telling them he promised something far worse than anything any of them could imagine. Laa, it wasn't shame but fear. How would they regard her if they knew she had not only given him the Jawarat but conversed with him? Kissed him?
It was the exact reason she couldn't speak of the Jawarat's malevolence. Of its vision and its whispers.
— Feb 10, 2026 05:48PM
It was the exact reason she couldn't speak of the Jawarat's malevolence. Of its vision and its whispers.
Marsha
is on page 12 of 592
A cloak of darkness followed Arawiya's crown prince inside. He was effortless, as always. Almost careless, if one wasn't paying close enough attention to his deliberate movements. His gray gaze swept the small space and she couldn't stop the flitter in her chest when it locked on hers.
And strayed to her mouth for the barest of moments.
"Are you hurt?" Nasir asked, in that voice that looped with the shadows.
— Feb 09, 2026 07:01AM
And strayed to her mouth for the barest of moments.
"Are you hurt?" Nasir asked, in that voice that looped with the shadows.
