Kirsten Corter

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“Who spoke to you first?” My eyes shift, and I throw my thoughts back to Threshing. Step aside, Silver One. Tairn’s voice rumbles through my memory. “Tairn,” I whisper, turning my face toward Andarna. I take in everything about her, from the pattern of her scales, the slope of her nose, the angle of her eyes, up to the swirls on her horns that match his. “You didn’t speak to me until you gave me your name on the flight field.” She blinks. “See?” Leothan shifts his focus to Andarna. “Humans should only be capable of bonding a single dragon, and yet you forged a second connection where there ...more
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Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)
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