Jerelyn Urquhart

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Smoke rises in thick plumes ahead of us, joining the storm clouds while simultaneously smothering the village beneath. My heart jolts with a rush of adrenaline and dread. “Ahead.” “Yes, I, too, have eyes. We’re five minutes out.” He tips right to fit through a bottleneck in the water-carved
Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)
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