Host: A Rogue Mage NovelPenguin, 2007 M11 6 - 336 páginas In a post-apocalyptic ice age, neomage Thorn St. Croix was nearly driven insane by her powers. She lived as a fugitive, disguised as a human, channeling her gifts for war into stone-magery. When she was discovered, her friends and neighbors accepted her, but warily. Not so the mage who arrives from the Council of Seraphs, who could be her greatest ally?or her most dangerous foe. And when her long-gone sister, Rose, is revealed to still be alive, Thorn must make a choice?and risk her own life in the process. |
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... clothes, he was totally forgettable. A mage-style fashion plate, he was dressed for the dance floor and the mating floor, wearing a velvet cloak that covered him from head to toe. Gold-foiled leather boots peeked from under its hem. And ...
... clothes, he was totally forgettable. A mage-style fashion plate, he was dressed for the dance floor and the mating floor, wearing a velvet cloak that covered him from head to toe. Gold-foiled leather boots peeked from under its hem. And ...
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... clothes a man ever did see.” I converted a laugh at Cheran's reaction into an unconvincing cough. Elder Ernest poked Cheran in the side with his walking stick as if Audric, holding a knife to the mage's throat, didn't exist. “You got a ...
... clothes a man ever did see.” I converted a laugh at Cheran's reaction into an unconvincing cough. Elder Ernest poked Cheran in the side with his walking stick as if Audric, holding a knife to the mage's throat, didn't exist. “You got a ...
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... clothes, not this girly rag he's got on.” Elder Ernest jerked on the emerald velvet cloak, released the visa, and hobbled to the door, rudely turning his back on the visitor. Shamus followed, saying, “Some orthodox factions are ...
... clothes, not this girly rag he's got on.” Elder Ernest jerked on the emerald velvet cloak, released the visa, and hobbled to the door, rudely turning his back on the visitor. Shamus followed, saying, “Some orthodox factions are ...
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... clothes? They were made according to the cut and style of the official neomage emissary to Atlanta. They're modest and suitable to this miserable cold, and yet still have a certain flair.” He flipped the hem of the cloak in example ...
... clothes? They were made according to the cut and style of the official neomage emissary to Atlanta. They're modest and suitable to this miserable cold, and yet still have a certain flair.” He flipped the hem of the cloak in example ...
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... clothes.” He flicked the stuffing away and tested the edge with the pad of his thumb. It was a vaguely threatening gesture; Audric gave him a “Try it and I'll eat your guts for supper” grin. Territorial play by two males, one an alpha ...
... clothes.” He flicked the stuffing away and tested the edge with the pad of his thumb. It was a vaguely threatening gesture; Audric gave him a “Try it and I'll eat your guts for supper” grin. Territorial play by two males, one an alpha ...
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Chapter 4 | |
Chapter 5 | |
Chapter 6 | |
Chapter 11 | |
Chapter 12 | |
Chapter 13 | |
Chapter 14 | |
Chapter 15 | |
Chapter 16 | |
Chapter 17 | |
Chapter 18 | |
Chapter 7 | |
Chapter 8 | |
Chapter 9 | |
Chapter 10 | |
Chapter 19 | |
Chapter 20 | |
Chapter 22 | |
Chapter 24 | |
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