Kushiel's Scion

Kushiel's Scion

Jacqueline Carey

Language: English

Pages: 768

ISBN: 1841493619

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Kushiel's Scion

Jacqueline Carey

Language: English

Pages: 768

ISBN: 1841493619

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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myself the older of the two of us. Travelling light, we made good time and came within sight of the white walls of the City of Elua within several days, arriving in the late morning. Despite the circumstances, I could see Phèdre’s mood lighten. Unlike the rest of us, she was City-bred to the bone, and it was where she was most at home. To be sure, the City of Elua returned the sentiment. The City Guard at the Southern Gate hailed her with a clamorous salute, shouting and whistling. One of them

eyes.” I heaved myself upright with a groan, kicking away a tangle of bedclothes to sit cross-legged. The candles had burned halfway down, and the room was filled with the scent of lovemaking. My body was as weary as though I’d spent a day laboring in the fields of Montrève. “As you will,” I said, closing my eyes. I heard Claudia get up and move about the room, and then the bed dipped under her weight as she returned. She knelt behind me, her groin pressed against my lower back, the tips of

said. Across the table, Eamonn snorted. Lucius raised his brows. “Now that,” he said, “I find hard to believe. I know how you came to find Master Piero, but what brought you to Tiberium in the first place? When so many D’Angelines have turned away from the University, what made you come?” I traced the rim of my cup, thinking how best to reply. “Lots of things. Eamonn. I wanted to study with him; we talked about it during his time in Terre d’Ange. And I wanted to follow in Anafiel de Montrève’s

Surely she could feel my pulse racing. I swallowed hard. We were standing so close, I could smell the faint scent she wore, a light perfume with notes of citrus. “Yes?” I said hoarsely. “Imriel nó Montrève de la Courcel.” Raising her head, Emmeline looked into my eyes. We were almost of a height. “Understand, there are desires in your blood that will not find fulfillment here tonight.” It was at once a disappointment and a relief to hear it said. I nodded, preparing to clamp down on my ardor

fierce defiance. Her liquid dark eyes smoldered in her delicate face. Sidonie, too, had grown. Unlike Alais, she had done so with effortless grace. It seemed unfair. I stood and bowed. “My greetings, Dauphine. I meant no offense.” “Then give none,” she retorted. I caught Eamonn’s eye and grimaced. He grinned and came over to us, uttering a few florid phrases in Eiran, then translating them for their benefit. It made Alais laugh, almost like her usual self, and even Sidonie smiled. And so the

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