Bree Merritt

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“So you stole a decree, made one of your trickster gods wear his face, then locked us away?” I spat. “For what?” Her face contorted in disgust. “Gods, you’re stupid.” “Why?” I seethed, pushing to my feet. “Why go through all of this, all the lies and manipulation, if you hated us so much?” Nismera tossed her hands in the air in annoyance. “Even teaching you over and over you still can’t see. For power, you idiot,” she screamed. “For my throne, my kingdom, my realms. Not yours or Isaiah’s, and certainly not that half-wit Samkiel’s. Your very existence threatens what is mine.” Her smile returned ...more
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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