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A Stroke of Midnight (Merry Gentry #4) A Court of Frost and Starlight (A Court of Thorns and Roses #3.1)

The homes themselves each came equipped with a broad cave mouth for the ruks to land, the living quarters hewn behind them. A few windows dotted the rock face here and there, markers of rooms hidden behind the stone, and drawing fresh air to the chambers within.

She let out a dainty hum and traced a circle around his nipple. What sort of place?Chaol stretched out like a cat, tucking his arms behind his head as he drawled, The usual options: scullery maid, cook, dishwasher—

Unraveled (Woodlands #3)

She poked his ribs, and he laughed. It was a beautiful sound, rich and deep.But his brown eyes softened as he cupped her face. What place would you like, Yrene?Her heart thundered at the question, the timbre of his voice. But she smirked and said, Whichever one gives me the right to yell at you if you push yourself too hard. She drew her hand along his legs, his back. Careful—hed have to be so, so careful for a while.

At First Sight (Timber Wolves Trilogy #3.5)

A corner of Chaols mouth kicked up, and he hauled her over him. I think I know of just the position.The Eridun aerie was madness when they returned.

Falkan was alive—barely—and had caused such panic upon the ruks arrival at Altun that Houlun had to leap in front of the limp spider to keep the other ruks from shredding him apart.

Sartaq had managed to stand long enough to embrace Kadara, order a healer to come for her immediately, then wrap his arms around Borte, who was spattered in black blood and grinning from ear to ear. Then Sartaq clasped arms with Yeran, whom Borte pointedly ignored, which Nesryn supposed was an improvement from outright hostility.Yrenes throat bobbed, and she cupped his cheek.

And Chaol finally breathed, It was my fault. The king—he did it to punish me. For running, for helping the rebels in Rifthold. He … it was all because of me.You cant blame yourself. Simple, honest words.

Undead and Unappreciated (Undead #3)

They snapped him back into himself, more effectively than a thrown bucket of cold water.Chaol pushed out of her touch.

He shouldnt have told her, shouldnt have brought it up. On her birthday, gods above. While they were supposed to focus on finding any sort of scrap of information that might help them.Hed brought his sword and dagger, and as he limped into the palms and ferns, leaving Yrene to follow, he checked to ensure they were both still buckled at his waist. Checked them because he had to do something with his shaking hands, his raw insides.

He folded the words, the memories back into himself. Deeper. Sealed them away as he counted his weapons, one after another.Yrene only trailed him, saying nothing while they picked their way deeper into the jungle. The entire site was larger than many villages, and yet little of the green had been tamed—certainly no path to be found, or indication of a city of the dead beneath them.

Until fallen pale pillars began to appear between the roots and bushes. A good sign, he supposed. If there were a cave, it might be nearby—perhaps as some ancient dwelling.But the level of architecture they climbed over and walked around, forcing him to select his steps carefully …These werent some cave-dwelling people who buried their dead in holes, he observed, cane scraping over the ancient stone.

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