Debra Johnson

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He opened his eyes, obsidian pools that caught the starlight and drowned it in their depths. “What are you?” he rasped. Uncaring that they huddled in a cursed dale or that he would likely flay her alive for the action, Martise hugged him and laughed in joyous relief.
Debra Johnson
Now that was a great scene.
Master of Crows (Master of Crows, #1)
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