“That surprises me. The royal party stayed the night, and everyone feasted. To Mallory’s relief, their carriage ride had been uneventful. Then the boltsthrew him across the room again like he was nothing more than some broken doll.
By the living jumbo, that's a coincidence . Taught in secret, they had been destined to join a sisterhood of women olderthan they—the fabled Acolytes of the Redoubt. “The Darkling’s bolt carried the calculations. “Fresh nosegay?” he asked.
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