Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They adopted costumes and personas, trying to make themselves larger-than-life and hoping to inspire fear. They counted on that fear. One could fight a man, but nobody could fight a nightmare.
Ilona AndrewsThe monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.
Ilona AndrewsReady to put your claws where your mouth is, or are you going to cringe behind the big boys and yip all day?" His eyes flared yellow "Is that a challenge?" "Yes it is.
Ilona AndrewsI want to punish them. I want that punishment to be so hard, so vicious that the next who takes their place wets himself at the mere thought of trying to fight me.
Ilona AndrewsAre you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.
Ilona AndrewsA massive beast dashed along the mountain apex. Astamur reached for his rifle. โA demon?โ โNo, not a demon.โ I might have preferred one . โThatโs my boyfriend.โ Atsany and the shepherd turned to look at me. โBoyfriend?โ Astamur said. Curran saw us. He paused on a stone crag and roared. The raw declaration of strength cracked through the mountains, rolling down the cliffs like a rockslide. โYep. Donโt worry. Heโs harmless.
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