By Laurell K. Hamilton
I'm Meredith Gentry, P.I., fixing situations in la, faraway from the peril and deception of my genuine home–because i'm additionally Princess Meredith, inheritor to the darkest throne faerie has to supply. The Unseelie courtroom infuses me with its energy. yet at what rate does such magic come? How a lot of my human aspect will i must quit, and what kind of of the sinister aspect of faerie will i must include? to take a seat on a throne that has governed via bloodshed and violence for hundreds of years, i would need to turn into that which I dread the main. Enemies watch my each circulate. My cousin Cel strives to have me killed even now from his felony telephone. yet no longer the entire assassination makes an attempt are his. a few Unseelie nobles have waited centuries for my aunt Andais, Queen of Air and Darkness, to turn into susceptible sufficient that she should be toppled from her throne. Enemies unexpected circulation opposed to us–enemies who may homicide the least between us. The danger will force us to permit human police into faerie for the 1st time in our historical past. i would like my allies now greater than ever, specifically considering that destiny will lead me into the arm of Mistral, grasp of Storms, the queen’s new captain of her defend. Our ardour will reawaken powers lengthy forgotten one of the warriors of the sidhe. discomfort and delight watch for me–and probability, in addition, for a few at that courtroom search basically demise. i'll locate new joys with the butterfly-winged demi-fey. My guards and that i will exhibit all of faerie that violence and intercourse are as renowned one of the sidhe as they're one of the lesser fey of our courtroom. The Darkness will weep, and Frost will convenience him. The gentlest of my guards will locate new power and holiday my center. Passions undreamed of anticipate us–and my enemies assemble, for the way forward for either courts of faerie starts to resolve. From the Hardcover variation.
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But Cel always had the power to be king. Why did you not put him on the throne? ï¿½ ï¿½Do not ask me this,ï¿½ he said. She slapped him twice, hard enough to stagger him even on his knees. Hard enough to have blood spill from his mouth. ï¿½I am your queen, damn you, and you will answer my question. ï¿½ The last was screamed into his face. Barinthus answered her, blood flowing from his mouth. ï¿½ Page 37 Laurell K. Hamilton: Meredith Gentry 04 A Stroke of Midnight ï¿½And what of Meredith? ï¿½ ï¿½Yes,ï¿½ he said, and that one word dropped into the silence of the room like a stone thrown down a great height.
It was as if any target, any problem, was better than addressing the murders. Did she think Celï¿½s people had done this? Was that why she didnï¿½t want to decide on a course of action? Was she afraid to find the truth, afraid of where it would lead? ï¿½ I asked softly. ï¿½They were about to file out all nice and neat,ï¿½ she said, and her voice was rising as she spoke and paced, naked and dangerous, ï¿½until one group realized they were missing a photographer. ï¿½ She screamed the last word. ï¿½ She didnï¿½t seem to be asking anyone in particular, so no one answered.
I looked into Doyleï¿½s face as I held Galen to me. Did Doyle not know that my heartï¿½s list had grown larger, and that his name was on that list? The way he was acting, he seemed jealous, or envious, or angry. He was hiding his emotions so well that I couldnï¿½t decide what emotion he was hiding, just that it was something strong that he didnï¿½t want to share. Even being able to see that much meant the Darknessï¿½s legendary control was slipping. ï¿½ I turned back to the phone, and since I had only one good hand, I had to let go of Galen.
A Stroke of Midnight by Laurell K. Hamilton