Eidolon (Wraith Kings, #2)
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He’d once compared her coloring to that of a boiled mollusk. The mollusks and their bounty of amaranthine dye were the wealth of Bast-Haradis and Ildiko of Gaur the greatest treasure of Brishen Khaskem.
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“I will not give you up,” he vowed between clenched teeth. “I will suffer the ritual, gladly. Let it rip me apart and put me back together again. I will rob my people of their magic and fight the galla. I will not renounce my wife.” He shook against her, burying his face in her neck. “Don’t leave me, Ildiko,” he implored. “The burden is only bearable because you’re here.”
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“And I imagine they don’t call him the Beladine Stallion for nothing.” He scowled. Anhuset snorted and turned back to hoist a horse blanket over one shoulder. “Nothing but a bunch of bluster if you ask me. I’d want proof to believe that nonsense.” “Any time, any place, fair Anhuset.” Serovek’s sudden appearance out of seeming thin air made Ildiko jump and Anhuset snarl.
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Her wide, pointy grin guaranteed most human males would piss themselves at the sight. “You wouldn’t survive me, horse lord.” Serovek wasn’t most human males. After the first shock of surprise wore off, he relaxed into her palm and quirked a smile. “But I would die happy, and you’d regret killing me.”
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“I would have been content to live my life as just Brishen,” he whispered into her hair. “Who was loved by Ildiko.”
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“What do you want from me, human?” Serovek pinched the blade’s tip between thumb and fingers, positioning it against an unprotected space where lacing created a gap between the armor. “Everything, sha-Anhuset,” he replied with a faint smile and stared into her eyes. He
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She huffed. “I doubt it, though I don’t think cutting off your head or your prick will help you become a Wraith King.”
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His mischievous grin promised a retort to put Anhuset’s back up, and he delivered. “When I return, you’ll share my bed, warrior woman, and be very grateful you didn’t slice off my prick.”
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‘I’d hope not. I didn’t much relish the idea of being skewered, resurrected and thrown on a sham horse so I can chase demons all over the place. You ruining the entire plan because you had a fit of the vapors about sacrificing me wouldn’t endear you to me.”