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Sweet Home (Sweet Home #1) Moving Pictures (Discworld #10)

In my wakeful moments, Lakia’s claims about my parentage dominate my thoughts. I try not to dwell on it, but the possibility that I am preparing to wed my father consumes me with horror. I need to know if Tarek is my father. And if he is . . . I swallow another upsurge of nausea. I will deal with that if it comes.

I suddenly feel incredibly sorry for her. The disgust she’s trying to keep out of her tone is twisting her beautiful features, and I can’t imagine how shitty that would be, feeling so repelled by someone you were once intimate with.A garden with what? she asks. A huge spinny thing? A metal spinny thing…Eric, I don’t know what—

The Rush (The Siren #1)

There, Weston says, his face glued to the window. On the right. I think he’s talking about the mini-windmill in that garden over there.I pull up at the curb. Brenna swings the door open before I’ve even come to a complete stop. Wait, I say sharply, but she’s already gone.I jump out of the car. Brenna is making a beeline for a tall hedge that separates two front yards. I catch up to her just as she drops to her knees.

Wicked After Midnight (Blud #3)

Peering over her shoulder, I spot a hunched-over figure hugging his knees. The T-shirt he’s wearing is soaked through and plastered to his chest. Chin-length hair, dark strands either wet or greasy, frame a gaunt face. When the guy gazes up at us, his pupils are so dilated it looks like he doesn’t have any irises. Just two black circles glowing in his eyes.He starts talking the moment he recognizes Brenna. You’re here, oh thank God, you’re here, he babbles. I knew you would come, I knew you would, because we were together and you were there for me and I was good to you, right? I was good to you?

Yeah. She’s utterly emotionless. You were great. Come on, Eric, up you go. She tries to help him to his feet, but he doesn’t budge.

Eric’s eyes widen in fear. Who’s this? he demands. Did you call the cops on me, Bren? I thought—Nate’s the center, Brenna tells me. That’s Fitz on his right, Hunter on the left.

My gaze unwittingly shifts to Fitz. His jersey number is 55. I can’t see his face because of his visor, but I can imagine the lines of deep concentration creasing his forehead.The puck drops and Nate wins the face-off. He gains possession but passes the puck off immediately. To Fitz, who skillfully stickhandles it, deking out two opponents. It’s hard to believe someone so big could be so graceful. His six-two frame flies into Harvard’s zone, and excitement dances in the air for anyone wearing black and silver.

The Hobbit

The puck was dumped behind the net and Fitz chases after it. He slams someone against the boards and wedges out the puck with his stick, then flicks a quick shot at the net. The goaltender easily stops it, but I don’t think Fitz was trying or expecting to score. He was creating a rebound for Hunter, who shoots a bullet at the net.The Harvard goalie stops that one too, just barely.

Brenna wails. Why!!Because we’re better than you! her new best friend sings.

It happens again—I turn my head for one measly second to glare at Brenna’s heckler, and when I look back, Briar doesn’t have the puck anymore. A Harvard player passes to Weston, who snaps it to Connelly, and I suddenly remember Brenna’s warning about what happens if this particular player gets a breakaway.Get him! I urge the Briar defenseman who’s chasing after Harvard’s captain.

But nothing can keep up with lightning. Connelly is too fast. He turns into Keanu Reeves, moving all Matrix-like, left and right, speeding away from his would-be defenders. If there was dust on the ice, every Briar player would be left in it.Brenna moans and hangs her head. Connelly shoots. Brenna doesn’t even look. I do, and I can’t fight my disappointment as I watch the puck fly past Corsen’s glove.

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