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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(84) by Anne Bishop
  • “You have any objections to the girl working with Tamnar this afternoon? Boy didn’t get any practice in this morning, and the girl is always eager for a chance.”

    “I told Jillian she could have the training if she kept up with her schoolwork,” Lucivar said as he headed for the door. “So I have no objections.”

    “Tamnar isn’t a child, but he’s not an adult yet.”

    Lucivar stopped, hearing discomfort in Hallevar’s voice. “So?” If there was any question of the boy behaving inappropriately around Jillian, the arms master wouldn’t have asked for permission to have them train together.

    “Being a bastard and all, boy hasn’t had much schooling with books and such. Wouldn’t want to shame him by putting him with the little ones, but . . .”

    Understanding the point of the conversation, Lucivar smiled. “I’ll talk to Endar. I think we can work something out.”

    Hallevar didn’t smile back. “That answer right there is the reason the people in this valley will never feel about Falonar the way they feel about you.”

    Yaslana is family. It was a pleasure to oblige him.

    And that, Falonar thought as he sat alone and embraced the pain from his wounds, was more proof that Lucivar Yaslana wasn’t one of them beneath the skin and shouldn’t be ruling over real Eyriens. To acknowledge something like Chaosti as family? No man respectful of his race would admit to such a thing—even if it were true.

    The Children of the Wood. They weren’t natural, weren’t human, despite their shape. Nothing human could have blocked an Eyrien—blocked him—that way or moved fast enough to inflict several wounds before he even saw the blade.

    This place was making the Eyriens weak, making them less. Diminishing them a little more each day.

    He had to save his people. It was fortunate Surreal had that unexplained breakdown. It had kept Lucivar occupied, and had bought more time for the rest of them. But Surreal had recovered, and Lucivar would once again focus on driving out the people who should have first claim to this land.

    Falonar pushed himself out of the chair. It wouldn’t do his wounds any good to be riding the Winds to the northern camps, but it had to be done.

    If he was going to save his people, he’d better do it soon.

    Lucivar walked into his eyrie and hung his winter cape on the coat tree near the door. All he wanted right now was a quiet, peaceful evening and an hour to soak in the eyrie’s heated pool.


    But if he couldn’t have peace, he’d settle for a happier kind of uproar.

    He caught Daemonar and swung him around, making the boy laugh. “Hello, boyo.”

    “I read stories with Auntie J., and Mama made soup, and I didn’t scare Auntie Srell!”

    “Sounds like you had an excellent day.”


    “Meet me in the bathroom, and we’ll wash up together for dinner.”


    He put Daemonar down and watched his happy bundle of boy run. Shaking his head, he went into the kitchen, where Marian was adding her finishing touches to a beef roast and fixings.

    “Hard day?” she asked, wiping her hands as he moved toward her.

    “I’ve had harder days.” He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent of her, the warmth of her. “Where is Surreal?”

    “She went back to The Tavern. She said if she had to have a male watch her take a bath, it was going to be Rainier. Daemonar asking if her udders made milk probably weighed in on that decision.”

    He laughed. “Mother Night.”

    “Papa!” It sounded like the boy was near the bathroom, and if he wanted the boy to stay near the bathroom, he had to move his ass.

    He sighed, then kissed Marian’s forehead. “Your men better get washed up for dinner.”

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire