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The trouble with humans is that they're far too sensitive. Forget you put a woman in the local jail for a few months - and she takes it so personally! And yet she is the one trying to assassinate the queen. And now I'm trapped with Elina Shestakova of the Black Bear Riders of the Midnight... gods! That endless name!
But what am I to do? I am Celyn the Charming with direct orders from my queen to protect this unforgiving female.
Even more shocking, this unforgiving female is completely unimpressed by me. How is that even possible? But I know what I want and, for the moment, I want her. And I'm sure that she, like all females, will learn to adore me. How could she not when I am just so damn charming?
483 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 25, 2014
“What are you doing here?” it asked.
“I’ve come to kill the White Dragon Queen,” Elina announced, struggling to speak in a language that was not her own.
The dragon blinked, a few times. “Really?” he finally asked.
“Really.”
“Huh,” he said after a few seconds, then slowly turned and began to walk away as silently as he’d come.
“It must be nice to fly.”
“Is that sarcasm?”
“No. If I could fly, I would live in tree. Stare down at everyone . . . quietly hating them all.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding much more panicked than he’d like to.
“It has been long day,” she replied nonchalantly. “Much activity. I am tired but not sleepy. I thought we could fuck and then I would have good night’s sleep, making me ready for ride tomorrow.”
“You want to fuck me?”
“You are only one here. I could play with myself, but . . . you are here. And sometimes my hands get tired. I do not want them worn out in case we have more murderers to kill tomorrow.”
“I do not understand you, dragon.” She mounted her horse and settled in the saddle. “When you help, you do not see it. When you do nothing, you think you save world.”
“I am glad you are not dead,” she told him honestly. “Now I must go and see my sister.”
“You’re just going to leave me?”
“Yes.”
“You care more about your sister than me?”
“Yes.”
“I want that woman executed,” the child announced.
Gwenvael stopped walking, rolled his eyes. “She’s your mother, Arlais.”
“Not by choice. She is a Low Born human who orders me around.”
“Arlais, my darling—”
“She is the daughter of a warlord, but I am the daughter of a prince. I outrank her . . . in many ways. In beauty, talent, and a rare grace that comes with being royal born.”
“Awwww. I’ve taught you so well.” He placed his hands over his chest. “It warms my hard dragon heart to see so much annoying and painful arrogance at such a young age.” He shrugged. “But you cannot have your mother executed.”
“You handed off your ridiculously pompous and bloodthirsty child to Keita?” Annwyl demanded.
“Keita likes spending time with her. She only has male offspring.”
“She’s the family poisoner,” Annwyl reminded her, and with such a tone, too! So much tone!
Dagmar gave a shrug and admitted, “Arlais will need some skills beyond being a royal and beautiful, and the only one who can spend more than five minutes with her and not have an overwhelming desire to smother her with a pillow, is Keita.”
“Yes, sister. She is mad. But a good monarch is always a little mad.”
“That is your logic? That good monarchs are mad?”
“There are three types of rulers in this world. Mad ones, evil ones, and combination of both. Be glad she is only mad.”
Who does this remind you of?
"…I enjoy looking down on others and judging them for things that are none of my concern."
"'…I failed task. I failed tribe. Do your worst to me.'
'Lady Misery, get off the pyre… We need the wood.'"
I'm with Celyn…
"I plan to fight death all the way, dragging those trying to kill me along for the ride."
"And perhaps you should keep in mind that I am the one woman not afraid to send your insolent ass to a nunnery."
"'You ask too many questions,' the queen accused Dagmar.
'No. I'm certain I ask just the right amount.'"