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Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask – and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created." Jaenelle’s eyes widened. “You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’?”“No no no, ” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t ever drink a gravedigger until he’s had a bath.” She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her.“ Mother Night, ” Lucivar muttered.“ Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle. .Anne Bishop
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Not fault of teaching spider if little spider pay more attention to catching fly than doing lesson.Anne Bishop
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Carefully bracing himself so that he wouldn't hurt her, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. He raised his head. Her haunted sapphire eyes stared at him." Daemon?" There was so much uncertainty in her voice." Hello, sweetheart, " he said, his voice husky with the effort not to cry. "I've missed you." Her hand moved slowly, with effort, until it rested against his face. Her lips curved into a smile. "Daemon."This time, when she said his name, it sounded like a promise, like a lovely caress.Anne Bishop
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And the Lady's mate. Despite having only two legs and small fangs, there was much that was feline in that one, and he approved.Anne Bishop
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For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh. Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn. The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had .Anne Bishop