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From the acclaimed writer of Green-Eyed Envy comes a tumultuous story of unrest one of the Furies...
As Boston's leader Magical Investigator, Riss Holloway has been accountable for fixing any crimes devoted via or opposed to supernaturals. yet now she's taking a go away of absence from the Boston PD and heading home—to specialize in her tasks as a Fury: like aiding her mom with an unsettling friction brewing within the Sisterhood, a faction of Furies sworn to serve the entire Deities both. nowadays, a person is enjoying favorites, drawing Riss right into a tumultuous civil warfare embroiling each god and goddess. What was a principle, to face as a united complete policing arcanekind for millennia, has been divided through anything Riss by no means imagined—and deciding on aspects may be the most deadly movement she's ever made.
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Get-t-t-t back in your seat,” he stuttered. Misha waved him away. “I need to borrow Sasha for a moment, Professor. ” “I suppose…,” Bartholomew said, glaring at his unruly but talented young student. ” “Of course. ” Misha took hold of her shoulder and led her into the hall. ” she asked. She practically bounced in excitement. Her short feathery hair was the same shade of red as her uncle’s, but her blue eyes were warmer. “Calm down, Sasha. I need you to run a message to Durrik of Gregion. I need him here as soon as possible.
BARD SET down his stylus, the last rune complete. He rubbed the finish oil into the leather of the glove. The runes glowed bright, and once the light faded away, the runes had disappeared. Bard picked up the box the mate lay in and put them together. Bard whistled softly, pleased with his work. ” Durrik asked from the doorway. Bard turned around and flashed a smile. A pencil was stuck through the tail of his hair. “Yes. ” Durrik smiled and swept into the room. His gloves were worn, the magic dying.
The mountain’s people stared up in surprise and awe. The people wondered at the sun. Were the gods taking heed of the curse at last? At the lowest edge of the city, two riders made their way to the gates. Wind blew the scent of the sunlit plains, dry and dusty, up the path and through the lower city, shoving the reek of unwashed flesh and rot from the slave pens. That smell was never gone for long. It was thicker, heavier than any scent ought to be, clinging like grease to the streets. The male rider wrinkled his nose; the girl, Sasha, did not seem to notice the smell.