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a lack of ... of whatever mortals deemed vital to their souls. Ripped from him by his father. And that Va ...

broom. Beyond the witch’s billowing red cloak, gold-bound twigs shimmered. High ranking, then, to hav ...

and we’ll end this the old way.” Manon debated it. Then shrugged. “I shall keep this painless. Consider ...

“We mean you no harm,” Manon finally said. The witch snorted. “No threats from the White Demon?” ...

The spider hissed, “Shall I tell you what I spied a mere fifty miles south of here? Who I saw, Bla ...

my friends removed from her abdomen.” The Crochan’s dark brows rose, again taking in the beautiful, well-s ...

his eyes, the squared shoulders. The pitiless face, yet inquisitive angle to his head. “Let’s see if her information ...

clarified, the words flowing in a silver- tongued melody. “But so we might discuss matters between ou ...

and she’ll sell us to the highest bidder.” Dorian’s sapphire eyes churned, the hand on his sword tightening ...

toward the brown-haired sentinel who’d spoken, a pretty, full-figured witch. The witch shrugged, sighing sky ...

word the spider had spoken had been truth. And this ... A way into Morath—as something e ...

many of the witches were young-faced and beautiful, there were just as many who appeared m ...

gives me the right to decide whether she lives or dies.” “You are both at the mercy of my coven,” Manon sna ...

sorrow. It didn’t halt him from sliding a hand onto Damaris’s pommel, as if he were casually resting i ...

unnerving black eyes. Not pretty, but with a deadly, ancient sort of allure that even a new hide couldn ...

her to slaughter in the Omega. Manon kept her chin up, even as her golden eyes flickered. “Rhiannon didn’t ...

watched them, those horrible, soulless eyes blinking every now and then as her teeth began to ...

CHAPTER 14 The Crochans stood down—under the orders of Manon’s so-called great-grandmother. Glennis. She had dem ...

lent Aelin last fall. Though none of them had ever endured such a yawning pit inside them. Scowling ...

monitoring heavy cauldrons of what smelled like mountain-goat stew seasoned with dried herbs. No words ...