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 Title: Vulture (The Ferryman and the Flame #3)
Author: Rhiannon Paille
Kaliel didn't think second chances came with this much turmoil. Exiled from her home, surrounded by strangers and in love with a boy she barely recognizes, she can't take it. She has her best friend, a new mentor, and a chance to win the war against the Valtanyana, but it's all wrong. Desperate to salvage some semblance of her former life, she makes a deal that shatters everything. |
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Rhi was never a normal girl. Her life was an urban fantasy wrapped in a
paranormal romance and served with a side of horror. To escape her
everyday weirdness she began writing fantasy. She studied at U of Sedona
and MIMT, obtaining a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology.
She's married to a chef/comic book shop owner and has a fondness
for architecture. She frequents twitter and facebook, but if you really
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“When did you get this?” She finished with the bread and liquid. On Avristar she was
used to tea or sparkling water from springs. Nobody ever drank anything that came from
animals.
Krishani covered her fingers with his and moved her hand away from his scar. He
stretched his neck out and she watched his throat bounce when he swallowed. “In a
fight with the Daed,” he answered; his eyes were serious and lethal.
“Oh.”
Silence hung between them.
Kaliel took in a deep breath, bunching her hands in her lap. “I feel like nothing good
happened when I was…”
Krishani inched forward, cupping her face with one hand and forcing her to look at him.
His eyes were melancholy and dangerous which Kaliel couldn’t get used to. “You were in
my dreams.”
She formed a wan smile which dropped into a frown. “But you woke to…”
Krishani pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing uneven. “Don’t—I can’t talk
about it. It’s over and you’re here.”
“I’m not—” He opened his eyes and she was shocked by the up close view of his pupils.
Fleck of deeper blue and green circled the irises, and Kaliel was sure that without
her Krishani was barely surviving.
“You’re you. You’re not like the others.”
“The others?”
“Flames. You’re not like them.”
Kaliel almost recoiled but his hand was caressing her neck, his lips so close to hers
she could almost taste them but she didn’t lean forward. Krishani knew her kin better
than she did. All she had were night terrors of them, and it wasn’t enough. It bothered
her—not being able to remember the First Era, not knowing Klavotesi when she saw him,
it was discomforting. She tensed. “I don’t know what I’m like.”
Krishani let out a breath that sounded like a laugh. “You shine. When things are
dark—you make everything bad seem—okay I can’t explain it, but it’s just something
about you. You’re like your own star.”
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