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608 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2014
“It’s always the way with great men, they can’t see the knives of those who live in their shadow.”
“If the stars in the sky are not fixed, then nothing is fixed. Nothing is eternal, all is temporary and ever-changing.” She turned away from the stars, meeting his gaze. “Nothing is fixed, my lord. No course is so set it cannot be changed.”
Let me tell you a story.
...FOR I NOW HAVE THE ARC IN MY HANDS!!!
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I just HAD to brag.
"Propaganda"?! Man, I'm so touched. That's legit one of the best names to call my fangirling. Mehehehe.
IT WAS AWESOME!!!
♔ The Story ♔
Remember this, Queen, when you watch the flames rise high, remember this and ask yourself: would I do this again?”
♔ The Characters ♔
“Justice?” he said as the mirth faded. “I looked for justice once, from a scheming old man. He gave it to me, and all I had to give him was my soul.”
“Pardon me,” Reva said, pausing.
He was a tall man and she was obliged to look up at him, though not tall enough to be out of reach. “Your nose appears to be bleeding.”
He frowned, fingers coming up to touch his nose, coming away clean. “I don’t . . .”
His head snapped back from the force of the blow, nose breaking, though not with enough force to kill him. He stumbled backwards to collide with the wall, sinking to the floor, blood streaming down his face.
“My mistake,” Reva said, moving on. “Now it’s bleeding.”
He looked away and she moved closer, her arms slipping around his waist as her head rested on his shoulder.
“I’m going to kill you,” he said. “You must know that.”
She kissed his neck and for once he didn’t flinch, though he had the freedom to do so.
“Then, beloved,” she said in a whisper, breath hot on his neck, “you would doom yourself and every soul in this world.”
“It must have been hard,” he said, reclining on his stool, his smile now genuine.
“Hard, my lord Shield? Keschet is very simple in essence . . .”
“Not the game. Pretending all those years. Not being you. After all, who wants the keenest mind in the room to be the princess in the corner?”
“I’m sorry I hit you,” Lyrna said.
Davoka turned to her with a puzzled frown. “Sorree?”
Lyrna searched for the Lonak equivalent, finding there wasn’t one. “Illeha,” she said. Regret or guilt, depending on the inflection.
“Lonakhim hit each other all the time,” Davoka replied with a shrug. “If you’d tried to knife me, things would be different.
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