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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... heart, and my blade hovering for a thrust through his lungs. I was boiling mad, but I waited for his next move. No fear showed in his chocolate brown eyes as they measured me, and his back to Audric was a screaming insult. “You're a ...
... heart, and my blade hovering for a thrust through his lungs. I was boiling mad, but I waited for his next move. No fear showed in his chocolate brown eyes as they measured me, and his back to Audric was a screaming insult. “You're a ...
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... heart ache with something akin to loneliness. I didn't want to look too closely at that emotion. Fortunately, he grimaced at the food and that restored my antipathy to him. He set the ridiculous hat and cloak to the side and we perched ...
... heart ache with something akin to loneliness. I didn't want to look too closely at that emotion. Fortunately, he grimaced at the food and that restored my antipathy to him. He set the ridiculous hat and cloak to the side and we perched ...
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... heart. I stroked the velvet. Mage-heat quivered low in my belly each time I wore it. I wondered if the seraph had thought about the fabric against my naked skin when he picked it out. Unholy thoughts. Wicked feelings. Ideas and hopes I ...
... heart. I stroked the velvet. Mage-heat quivered low in my belly each time I wore it. I wondered if the seraph had thought about the fabric against my naked skin when he picked it out. Unholy thoughts. Wicked feelings. Ideas and hopes I ...
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... thing. I drank a glass of spring water, turned down the gas flames on the fireplaces, put on warm pajamas with pink hearts on them, turned out the lights, and went to bed early. Deep in the night, the lynx screamed, drawing me back.
... thing. I drank a glass of spring water, turned down the gas flames on the fireplaces, put on warm pajamas with pink hearts on them, turned out the lights, and went to bed early. Deep in the night, the lynx screamed, drawing me back.
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Contenido
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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amulet arms asked Audric Azazel Barak battle beast beneath blade blood body bones breath called caught champards Cheran chest Ciana cloak closed clothes cold conjure Darkness death didn’t door Dragon dropped earth Enclave energies eyes face feather feeling feet fell felt fight fingers fire Flames floor followed gift give glowing going hand hard head healing heard heart heat held High holding humans keep kill knew leaving lifted light looked Lucas mage mind mouth moved never night offered once opened pain protection pulled ring Rose Rupert scent seemed seraphs shield shouted side skin smell smile snake snow sound standing stepped stone stood stopped street succubus sword Tear things thought took touched town turned visa voice walls watched weapons wheels wings wound