Julia Gerrior⚓️

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‘Well,’ Norris said, glancing around somewhat nervously. ‘I do suppose that changes things, if …’ A defeat – but gods help me, somehow my heart refused to feel defeated. A brand new fight came bubbling up in my chest as I stood there, scorn and fury raining down around me; it rose with a stubborn spite that surprised me as much as anyone, a resolve I hadn’t known I possessed.
Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)
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