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Monster Island (Zombies #1) Swan Song

What kind of games? Dad asks, flat on his back again, eyes covered with his cap.

Empty. Secluded. Quiet.The lights are dull here on the top level of the library, almost as if its the forgotten floor. Row after row of dusty books, some of them long outdated but never replaced, keep its few study tables company.

Resurrection (War of the Spider Queen #6)

I move toward the same table I always occupy, in the corner to the right and all the way back. Theres a window there, too, but its nearly dark out, so theres not much to see outside but the glowing lights of the campus commons below and a few students hustling by hurriedly.Rounding a corner rack of journals, I stop in my tracks when I see my table is already taken. A young woman sitting in my seat. Books set where I study. Feet propped where I prop my feet.Shit, I hardly know what to do with myself.

Burn (Blood & Roses #3)

No one ever sits there.No one ever comes up here.

Pausing, I shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose, eyeing her up, only getting glimpses at the crown of her bent brunette head. Shes hunched over an open book, one hand stroking a yellow highlighter along its pages, the other tapping the acrylic tabletop, nails clicking the surface.

Black long-sleeved T-shirt. Hair down over one shoulder.She was hungry. Changing always left her starving, and so did drama. I smell food. Is there any left?

Hosteen smiled, and bowed. She saw some martial arts training in that bow. I think they left you some, he said, his face lit with mischief. We could go see.Chelsea came out of her room to eat with them, making it a late supper for four. Kage was out working in the stables with all three kids. They had taken some horses to the show grounds that night and were planning on taking more in the morning. Maggie and Joseph had eaten in Josephs suite earlier in the day. Ernestine was in her room taking a break.

Holding the Dream

Chelsea had accepted the news that theyd found Amethyst and, probably, the fae responsible for all the trouble with a faint smile and a quiet Thats good.Anna worried that she was being too quiet, like the calm before the storm.

Bran had developed a method designed to minimize the problems of the Change as much as they could be minimized. People who wanted to become werewolves petitioned Bran, the Marrok. They would fill out questionnaires, get testimonials from people they knew (werewolves), and write essays on why they wanted to be werewolves. Those with good enough reasons and stable personalities (although Anna had argued that anyone who wanted to be a werewolf on purpose could not be deemed stable on any level) were granted their petition.The actual Change was done at the same time every year, complete with a set of ceremonies intended to weed out the bad seeds and the weak willed, the latter of whom would not survive the Change they were seeking.

Brans intention was to increase the survivability of werewolves. And it worked. Those who attended Brans version of the Change were much more likely to live, long-term, than those who were simply Changed by accident or attack.They knew what to expect, they knew the costs, and they understood what they were getting into. The others, those like Anna and Chelsea, had to deal with the reality of being a werewolf on the fly. Chelsea looked as though she was having trouble adjusting. Maybe Anna could help with that.

She took a bite of very good lasagna and said, in as conversational a tone as she could manage, I was trying to gently tell this guy that I had decided that we shouldnt go on any more dates when he attacked me and turned me into a werewolf. She looked at Hosteen. This is very good; did Ernestine make it?He shook his head. No. I did. He smiled. Part of my penance for riding off in the middle of things.

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